Prompt: A portrait of (a young woman with a mane of dark hair) with (red eyes) and (pointy vampire teeth) wearing (black lace collar) and an (intricate thin silver headband)
Prompt: O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
Prompt: A beautiful woman with a mane of dark curly hair wearing a fluffy green turtleneck sweater and green-white checkered thigh-high socks jumping on her bed whie laughing
Prompt: This image shows a relaxed woman with long curly brown hair, sitting in a cozy armchair. She's holding a mug of tea, with a fire crackling in the fireplace creating a warm evening scene.
Prompt: 20 yo girl. Short hair. Dark eyes. Defiant look. Soft beanie with cat ears. Shiny nose ring. Tattooed. Camouflage tank top. Cargo shorts. Striped thigh-high socks. Dirty alley. Puddles of rain. Walls full of graffitis.
Prompt: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Prompt: A smiling freckled busty girl with big blue eyes and long curly blomd hair dressed in a deebly cut liught blue sweater black thig-high socks and a lace headband
Prompt: A confident woman in her 30s sits gracefully on a wooden chair, showcasing her striking figure in a cut-out red knitted catsuit. Her long red hair frames her face, highlighting her large dark eyes and lopsided smile.
Prompt: Hush—What appeal
From inexorable Fate?
The gods can feel
Nor Love nor hate.
They strike blindly for our evil and as blindly for our good—
Caring not if Honour follow on the sword blow or our blood.
Prompt: Then another horse went forth. It was bright red, and its rider was granted permission to take away peace from the earth and to make men slay one another. And he was given a great sword.
Prompt: A (strong-bodied 25 years woman) with (heavy bosoms and long messy dark hair) wearing (thin cut-out mohair sweater and striped thigh-high socks) laughing delightfully while (sitting on a back of a sofa)
Prompt: Karóval jöttél, nem virággal,
feleseltél a másvilággal,
aranyat igértél nagy zsákkal
anyádnak és most itt csücsülsz,
mint fák tövén a bolondgomba
(igy van rád, akinek van, gondja),
be vagy zárva a Hét Toronyba
és már sohasem menekülsz.
Prompt: A (short-haired curvy lady) wearing ((deeply cut-out red soft mohair sweater) (white soft mohair hat) (short knit skirt) black stockings)) sitting on a park bench feeding squirrels
Prompt: Buxom voluptuous woman. Short dark hair. Dark complexion. Tight soft red mohair sweater. Short black skirt. Black lace stockings. Luxurious salon. Surreal, dreamy landscape outside the window.
Prompt: A young lady with blonde pixie hair admires herself in a large ornate mirror while trying on soft knit pantyhose. She wears a fitted red mohair sweater, exuding elegance and beauty in a photorealistic scene.
Prompt: Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Prompt: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
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.
