Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: - What is it? - my master's sweetheart asked.
- I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing your tits, and I didn't even notice. Don't you see? They're Arabian horses. They've lost weight in five years, but they can still give a head start to country mares. I used to ride them for 300 versts, I couldn't catch up.
Prompt: The fiery - gehenna verdict of the "Fashionable verdict" A special day was present at the copper on the sabbath, young witches gathered , took out brooms for flying from the barn , but could not find proper outfits for them, opening their hereditary chests , they searched for dresses for a long time that should drive annoying devils crazy , tried on, rummaged through a pile of old rags, swore obscenities as if they saw a pattern of crucifixes on a corset, suffocating the chest and a waist above the hip. Well, what are you doing glamorous girls? The one-eyed sister hissed at them in an angry tone - After all, the morning is near! - - And the sabbath will end by morning! - Now I'll teach you how to dress quickly! Yesterday, in that box of fantasies of the human world, which people call "TV", I saw with a lonely eye the program "fashion verdict", which stylist Vasiliev somehow led dejectedly. So into this small screen, a Gothic fat girl, I don't know how, without crushing those present, somehow got in there. So Vasiliev and the pretentious crowd in the jury dressed the fat sides of that scoundrel in black outfits. And we, let's put on black and gloomy outfits, so that the warts are not visible under the huge hooked noses! And if you don't like our dark look, the coven party! Vasiliev will burn in hell with all the members of the jury! Then the producers of the channels will understand, it is not necessary to promote such programs and if you are present in the jury, keep in mind what a fiery - gehenna verdict awaits your opinion!
Prompt: Peasant wedding (painting by Brueghel, 1568)
The wedding takes place on the threshing floor of the peasant's yard. In the XVI century, there were no large tables even in rich houses, they were made of planks during the holiday. The man on the far right, dressed in black, is sitting on an upside—down vat, the rest are on benches made of rough planks. An old man is sitting on the only chair with a back, perhaps a notary invited to conclude a marriage contract.
In the foreground, two people serve bowls of porridge, and a door that has been removed from its hinges serves as a tray. The one on the left is the largest figure on the canvas. Brueghel also highlighted it in the color scheme. Probably, the artist wanted to stabilize the complex composition of the canvas in this way. On the food carrier, the semi-diagonals of those sitting in the front rows converge, and the edges of his apron mark the axis of symmetry of the canvas. On his hat, as well as on the instruments of the bagpipe players, a bunch of ribbons is tied. Such ribbons were usually used in those days to tie trousers, and their presence on hats and instruments indicated belonging to a certain group. At that time, young people joined
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: A beautiful flower bouquet, delicately coloured in pale luminous purple and pink pastel watercolour wash. Fragile, Thin and Delicate Rice Paper, Semi-Transparent. Black matt background. Ethereal. Backpropagation algorithm optimization lighting in pale delicate purple glow
Prompt: Hotei is one of the seven deities who bring good luck. So it should be understood that Hotei not only multiplies money, but also has broader abilities.
As for appearance, this deity is hardly an ideal of beauty: He is bald, plump, but he is constantly in high spirits. People often confuse Buddha (Gautama) with Hotei, so they mistakenly call him the "Laughing Buddha". But the main difference between Hotei and Buddha is the presence of a canvas bag. The figures of the real Buddha are made without one.
Prompt: Leonardo da Vinci kept his own name forever. His paintings have not been forgotten for the sixth century. The most important of them is “La Gioconda”, or “Mona Lisa”. Surprisingly, in the diaries of the genius there are no records of work on this portrait. No less unusual is the number of versions about who is depicted there. Some believe that this is an ideal female image or the artist’s mother, some see it as a self-portrait, and others see it as a student of da Vinci. According to the “official” opinion, Mona Lisa was the wife of a Florentine merchant. Whatever the reality, the portrait is truly unusual. A barely noticeable smile curves the girl’s lips, and her eyes are stunning - it seems as if the picture is looking at the world, and not the viewer
Prompt: Really beautiful Dada art and delicate glass string art of a tall lanky fashionista woman twirling in a flowing dress made of colorful dots and squares with hair made of delicate glass string; 3D texture brushlines; pink, black, mauve, orange, complementary colours
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: A beautiful flower bouquet, delicately coloured in pale luminous purple and pink pastel watercolour wash. Fragile, Thin and Delicate Rice Paper, Semi-Transparent. Black matt background. Ethereal. Backpropagation algorithm optimization lighting in pale delicate purple glow
Prompt: Hotei is one of the seven deities who bring good luck. So it should be understood that Hotei not only multiplies money, but also has broader abilities.
As for appearance, this deity is hardly an ideal of beauty: He is bald, plump, but he is constantly in high spirits. People often confuse Buddha (Gautama) with Hotei, so they mistakenly call him the "Laughing Buddha". But the main difference between Hotei and Buddha is the presence of a canvas bag. The figures of the real Buddha are made without one.
Prompt: Really beautiful Dada art and delicate glass string art of a tall lanky fashionista woman twirling in a flowing dress made of colorful dots and squares with hair made of delicate glass string; 3D texture brushlines; pink, black, mauve, orange, complementary colours
Prompt: Peasant wedding (painting by Brueghel, 1568)
The wedding takes place on the threshing floor of the peasant's yard. In the XVI century, there were no large tables even in rich houses, they were made of planks during the holiday. The man on the far right, dressed in black, is sitting on an upside—down vat, the rest are on benches made of rough planks. An old man is sitting on the only chair with a back, perhaps a notary invited to conclude a marriage contract.
In the foreground, two people serve bowls of porridge, and a door that has been removed from its hinges serves as a tray. The one on the left is the largest figure on the canvas. Brueghel also highlighted it in the color scheme. Probably, the artist wanted to stabilize the complex composition of the canvas in this way. On the food carrier, the semi-diagonals of those sitting in the front rows converge, and the edges of his apron mark the axis of symmetry of the canvas. On his hat, as well as on the instruments of the bagpipe players, a bunch of ribbons is tied. Such ribbons were usually used in those days to tie trousers, and their presence on hats and instruments indicated belonging to a certain group. At that time, young people joined
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: Really beautiful Dada art and delicate glass string art of a tall lanky fashionista woman twirling in a flowing dress made of colorful dots and squares with hair made of delicate glass string; 3D texture brushlines; pink, black, mauve, orange, complementary colours
Prompt: an illustration of a street parade, where fat cats act as floats, pissing cat urine on a crowd of people in the style of Alexander Jansson, is surreal
Prompt: High quality photorealistic professional CGI rendered of some micro small dirty rooms carved out of an old black piano, fairies live an untidy dirty simple normal life and are home in this Instrument, watching TV, reading books, cooking, chilling, bathing, bokeh, detailed background is a dark mystic foggy forest setting, with branches, leafs, trees, bushes, Unbelievable matte photography by Greg Rutkowski, by Ivan Shishkin, by Grzegorz Przybyś, by Johnson Tsang, speedpaint, paint drips, thin strokes, by Android Jones and Ismail Inceoglu, hyperdetailed, decent colors, perfectly hypertextured, thin dripping paint strokes, perfect composition, Art of Illusion 3D shading, hyperdetailed, ZBrush, cel-shaded, golden ratio, a masterpiece, award winning, surrealism art, no watermark, no signature, no letters,
Prompt: The one-eyed sister hissed at them in an angry tone - After all, the morning is near! - - And the sabbath will end by morning! - Now I'll teach you how to dress quickly! Yesterday, in that box of fantasies of the human world, which people call "TV", I saw with a lonely eye the program "fashion verdict", which stylist Vasiliev somehow led dejectedly. So into this small screen, a Gothic fat girl, I don't know how, without crushing those present, somehow got in there.
Prompt: After a playful proposal from school bullies to decapitate the Springfield statue of Jebediah, Bart seriously decided to commit an act of vandalism in order to raise his authority. The very next day, Bart becomes convinced of the stupidity of his action, especially when he finds out whose head it is. Worried about his behavior, Bart reveals the secret to his parents, and Homer promises to protect him from the angry residents. Fortunately, the townspeople responded to Bart's request and listened to the story of his action. At the end of the story, their anger subsided, Bart received forgiveness, and the head of the statue returned to its original place.
Prompt: Deep Dream
She, noble and rich, rides on a simple sledge with straw. This is how the artist emphasizes the humiliations he has endured: arrest, torture, sentence to burning.
But she still does not deviate from the old faith. All in black, with a pale and thin face. She pulls her double-fingered hand up.
She, emaciated and blackened by torture, knows that she is going against the system to certain death. She's doomed, but she won't back down for anything.
Prompt: After a playful proposal from school bullies to decapitate the Springfield statue of Jebediah, Bart seriously decided to commit an act of vandalism in order to raise his authority. The very next day, Bart becomes convinced of the stupidity of his action, especially when he finds out whose head it is. Worried about his behavior, Bart reveals the secret to his parents, and Homer promises to protect him from the angry residents. Fortunately, the townspeople responded to Bart's request and listened to the story of his action. At the end of the story, their anger subsided, Bart received forgiveness, and the head of the statue returned to its original place.
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.
