Prompt: The Scream is a famous painting by Norwegian artist Edward Munch, created in 1893. The painting depicts a figure, often described as androgynous or genderless, standing on a bridge with their hands on their cheeks and their mouth open in a scream or cry. The figure is set against a swirling, distorted background of orange and red hues that convey a sense of intense emotion. The figure's features are highly stylized, with an elongated face and exaggerated facial expressions. The hands are also elongated and seem to meld into the swirling lines of the background. The figure's clothing is simple and nondescript, adding to the universal quality of the painting's emotional impact.
Prompt: A cathedral sandcastle on a beautiful beach at sunset, intricate, detailed, extremely-ultra-detailed line-art, Zentangle Art, by Charles Wysocki, Ivan Generalic, Aubrey Beardsley, Salvador Dali, Ivan Lackovic
Prompt: In this cornfield, i am a lonely scarecrow on a stick who stands alone. My straw-stuffed form, a mockery of life, yearns for the warmth of companionship that the winds of neglect deny me. Each day, I watch the world dance by—laughter echoing from afar, birds soaring freely, while I remain tethered to this forlorn post. My patched garments cling to me like faded memories, a testament to endless days and nights spent in silent vigil. Oh, how I tire of the crows that mock my existence, their cackles a cruel reminder of the isolation I endure. I dream of a life beyond this wooden cross, where I could tread the earth with purpose, not merely to frighten away feathered intruders. The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows upon my weary frame. As darkness descends, I whisper to the moon, my only confidant in this spectral symphony. Alas, my silent plea remains unanswered, and I stand, a lonely sentinel in a sea of endless emptiness.
Prompt: In the dim light of this sterile enclosure, I stand, a cow, a silent witness to the echoes of despair that reverberate within these cold walls. Each muted moo echoes the tale of innocence lost, a chorus of silent pleas unheard by indifferent ears. The pungent scent of fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of impending doom. My eyes, mirrors of a soul that knows not its fate, reflect the somber truth that binds us all in this final act. The rhythmic thud of approaching footsteps sends shivers through my being, a prelude to the inevitable. I ponder the serenity of green pastures, a distant memory fading like the setting sun. In this symphony of sorrow, I find myself at the mercy of a fate predetermined, a mere creature resigned to the unforgiving hands of time and circumstance.
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.