Prompt: Out of the blackness came a hand, or was it her imagination? The smoky shape extended from the heart of Granger’s bonfire. She closed her eyes. Instantly there was a memory of the billowing flames, the voice of the fire answering her thoughts. “Who are you?” the girl whispered, wanting to trust the voice. She had heard it before, calling to her, comforting her. “I am the Maker of Doors,” the voice replied. “And you are my Riddler.” Bumps formed along her arms. “Maker of Doors?”
“Too long you have run,” it answered. Hayley concentrated on the image of flames in her mind, slowly picking out the parts. There was a man, no two men, Granger and… Rob’s father. They stood on the edge of a cliff, their eyes locked in a battle of wills.
In the next instant the vision went dark, but a great roar of light revealed a drop of blood, Sandy crying out as he clutched his side. “You are not who you pretend to be,” Sandwood whispered through the fire. His voice faded on the wind. “He is wearing your mask,” the prophecy said in her mind. Hayley’s eyes flickered open. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fuze, an explosion of sparks and colors in her mind. Robert Sandwood was no ordinary man. The Grangers were not ordinary. Suddenly it all made sense, and Hayley let out a breath. There were three parts at play, three factions split long ago. John and Deputy Hanes didn’t care which Granger died first, as long as in the end, there were none left. Granger wanted her dead for his own purposes, but the third faction wanted to use her like it used him, a nameless villain. “Is it the Illusioner, or his master?” wondered the girl. But this mattered little, for in the morning his army would march upon Rivertow, washing with fire everything she cared about. How could she save them?
Prompt: abstract photograph of bioluminescence sperm whale with colorful wires, sparks and smoke coming out of it on a black background; Electricity, Creativity; Contemporary still life, Abstract photography; Photograph with a SLR camera, Long exposure effect; Dark, flash lighting; Rainbow colors with splashes and streaks; artistic, shocking; by Man Ray, Aaron Siskind, and Wolfgang Tillmans; Unreal engine 5
Prompt: The graveyard lies of secrets kept
Beyond the gates where mothers wept
and the Watcher's eyes of graven grays
stare yet from a vacant
Where nightbirds sing a mournful song
The watcher waits until the dawn
To pull the soulless sleepers through
Til night is gone and pierced in two
And when he sees what no man knows
The watcher wakes to ward the shadows
Prompt: Masterpiece 3D render digital art photostudio quality Just a sprinkle of magic dust, a sprig of mistle toe, backdrop forest winter landscape, beautiful face by tom bagshaw by anne dittmann. Deep blue eyes, long golden curly locks of hair
Prompt: Masterpiece 3D render digital art photostudio quality Just a sprinkle of magic dust, a sprig of mistle toe, backdrop forest winter landscape, beautiful face
Prompt: Masterpiece 3D render digital art photostudio quality Just a sprinkle of magic dust, a sprig of mistle toe, backdrop forest winter landscape, beautiful face by tom bagshaw by anne dittmann
Prompt: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
Prompt: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
Prompt: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
Prompt: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
Prompt: I’ve found a logical flaw in my fantasies
There’s no escape from the world that I’ve placed in me
I’ve dreamt up a place with a wide open space
Where the daisies and roses roam free
And the sparrows and rabbits and fawns
Dance along till the dawn bursts the sky with a colorful sun
And blossom in dreams
My dreams
I walk on the beach of a summerset sea
While the colors of song are free
A starship will carry me into the sky
Where all things are bright and the angels fly
Fly home
Then I dream of a place far away from the sea
From the colors of dawn that burst inside me
I look through the mirrors of a past that is shattered like glass
Is there ever a way to break free
From my dreams
To fly home?
Which now is the dream
What reality might I find when I wake
Where sparrows and rabbits and fawns will dance till the dawn
And hopes of home are gone?
I’m lost in my dreamland.
Prompt: green life tree woman nebula surrounded by the emptiness of the space, digital painting, expressionistic, breathtaking, ultra detailed, Blake Neubert, HQ, 8k, award winning, a masterpiece, Artstation, crisp quality, dof, hdr, fantasy
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: Dreamy, A beautiful ethereal woman turning into glittery colorful dust, disappearing, fragmented, vanishing into shimmering colorful dust clouds from top to bottom. Beautiful iridescent eyes, intricate details, highly detailed
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
