Prompt: A witch's hut stands on a blasted heath. The trees are gaunt and skeletal. Clouds roil in the sky as a storm threatens. The atmosphere is moody and forbidding.
Prompt: An impressionist view in the style of Monet of a mysterious lake enshrouded in mist that lies under a crescent moon. Funereal evergreens surround the lake. Here and there is a bare deciduous tree, its skeletal branches clawing at the sky. A forlorn and weather-beaten wooden pier extends into the water. There is a dilapidated wooden rowboat with peeling dark green paint tied to the pier. An orange cat sits on the pier, the only bright spot of color in this otherwise somber scene.
Prompt: A mysterious lake enshrouded in mist lies under a crescent moon. Funereal evergreens surround the lake. Here and there is a bare deciduous tree, its skeletal branches clawing at the sky. A forlorn and weather-beaten wooden pier extends into the water. There is a dilapidated wooden rowboat with peeling dark green paint tied to the pier. An orange cat sits on the pier, the only bright spot of color in this otherwise somber scene.
Prompt: A pencil line sketch portrait of a beautiful image of a beautiful african woman, 20 years old, with fair skin,, big brown sparkling eyes, slight smile, fantasy clothes, messy hairstyle, intricate details and precisely drawn
Prompt: A witch's hut stands on a blasted heath. The trees are gaunt and skeletal. Clouds roil in the sky as a storm threatens. The atmosphere is moody and forbidding.
Prompt: A foggy, mysterious woodland lake in the style of Andrew Wyeth. Funereal evergreens rise along its shore. A few bare deciduous trees raise their skeletal branches to the moonlit sky. A forlorn and neglected pier juts into the water. A wooden rowboat with peeling paint is moored to the pier.
Prompt: A pointillist landscape in the style of Georges Seurat. A brilliantly colored field of wildflowers in a mountain meadow. The sun shines brightly in a blue sky with puffy white clouds.
Prompt: A forbidding manor house on the moors lies beneath a full moon in a partly cloudy sky. The skeletal branches of trees reach skyward. A path of broken cobbles leads to the house. A crumbling dry-laid stone wall adjoins the path.
Prompt: An impressionist landscape in the style of Monet. We are looking down from a hill onto a vast forest. The leaves of the trees are in their fall colors. The forest is shrouded in mist. Its beauty is ethereal and somewhat mysterious.
Prompt: An oil painting of two very pretty classic wooden sailing yachts anchored in a lovely cove with cliffs extending down to the water. The sun is shining and the sea is calm. The atmosphere is one of peace and tranquility. Moderately heavy impasto.
Prompt: An impressionist view of a mysterious lake enshrouded in mist that lies under a crescent moon. Funereal evergreens surround the lake. Here and there is a bare deciduous tree, its skeletal branches clawing at the sky. A forlorn and weather-beaten wooden pier extends into the water. There is a dilapidated wooden rowboat with peeling dark green paint tied to the pier. An orange cat sits on the pier, the only bright spot of color in this otherwise somber scene.
Prompt: The scene is a cold winter's night in an evergreen forest. Snow lies on the ground and the trees. In a clearing is a small cabin, its windows aglow with lamplight, beckoning to all weary travelers with a promise of warmth and companionship. The sky is clear and the stars shine brightly.
Prompt: A pencil line sketch portrait of a beautiful image of a beautiful african woman, 20 years old, with fair skin,, big brown sparkling eyes, slight smile, fantasy clothes, messy hairstyle, intricate details and precisely drawn
Prompt: In the morning mist comes up from the sea by the cliffs beyond Kingsport. White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And later, in still summer rains on the steep roofs of poets, the clouds scatter bits of those dreams, that men shall not live without rumour of old, strange secrets, and wonders that planets tell planets alone in the night. When tales fly thick in the grottoes of tritons, and conches in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder Ones, then great eager mists flock to heaven laden with lore, and oceanward eyes on the rocks see only a mystic whiteness, as if the cliff’s rim were the rim of all earth, and the solemn bells of buoys tolled free in the aether of faery.
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.
