Prompt: Amidst the waves, the fisherman sails,
His heart, a compass, where home prevails.
With every cast, a longing sigh,
For shores left behind 'neath the vast sky.
Each catch, a memory of hearth's embrace,
As salt-laden winds kiss his weathered face.
The sea, his mistress, wild and free,
Yet whispers of home in every sea.
With every tide that ebbs and flows,
His yearning heart, a tale it knows.
For in the depths where shadows roam,
Lies the echo of his heart's true home.
Prompt: In fields of gold, the sun does rise,
Painting the world with golden ties.
A gentle breeze, a whispered song,
Nature's chorus, sweet and strong.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
Dreams take flight, old and new.
In every leaf, in every tree,
A story told, for all to see.
Prompt: In lands afar, where shadows play,
Wombats burrow, capybaras sway.
Two creatures unique in their own way,
In nature's dance, they find their stay.
Wombats, sturdy, with fur so dense,
In earth's embrace, they make their fence.
Beneath the stars, in quiet suspense,
They shape their world with humble sense.
Capybaras, gentle giants of the stream,
In waters deep, they wade and dream.
Their presence like a tranquil gleam,
In lush habitats, they reign supreme.
Though distant lands their homes define,
Wombats and capybaras intertwine,
In nature's tapestry, they align,
A harmony in life's grand design.
Prompt: In trees tall, where branches sway,
Tiny lemurs make their stay.
Homes of leaves and bark they weave,
Among the green, they laugh and believe.
Their world above, a hidden land,
Where nature's touch, they understand.
With hearts so pure, and eyes that gleam,
In leafy realms, they live their dream.
Prompt: In trees tall, where branches sway,
Tiny humans make their stay.
Homes of leaves and bark they weave,
Among the green, they laugh and believe.
Their world above, a hidden land,
Where nature's touch, they understand.
With hearts so pure, and eyes that gleam,
In leafy realms, they live their dream.
Prompt: In shadows deep, where moonlight fades, Skulls whisper secrets of ancient shades. Ghosts drift by on misty trails, Echoes of forgotten tales.
Beneath the stars, where darkness weaves, Whispers of the past, the night conceives. Skulls grin wide with secrets kept, While ghosts dance on, where memories slept.
Prompt: Amidst the waves, the fisherman sails,
His heart, a compass, where home prevails.
With every cast, a longing sigh,
For shores left behind 'neath the vast sky.
Each catch, a memory of hearth's embrace,
As salt-laden winds kiss his weathered face.
The sea, his mistress, wild and free,
Yet whispers of home in every sea.
With every tide that ebbs and flows,
His yearning heart, a tale it knows.
For in the depths where shadows roam,
Lies the echo of his heart's true home.
Prompt: Beautiful busty Woman in a thin light green summer dress in the garden of flowers. Oil dot technique . Pierre-Auguste Renoir,
Edgar Degas, Pissaro
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.
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