Prompt: A beautiful woman with knee-length curly flowing pink soaking-wet hair, immersed up to her waist in the choppy rough sea, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan, and shiny pink high-heeled shoes. The kaftan is swirling around and floating on the surface of the sea. The rain is pouring down all over her.
Prompt: Two beautiful women (Janet and Julia),each with waist-length soaking-wet curly pink hair, wearing soaking-wet long-sleeved ankle-length swirling tie-dye boho dresses, playing with a beach ball in a deep lake. Flowers are floating on the surface of the lake. The heavy rain is pouring down all over them. They are both laughing. Their boho dresses are floating and twirling around them, on the surface of the water.
Prompt: A beautiful woman with knee-length curly flowing pink soaking-wet hair, somersaulting underwater in the choppy rough sea, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan, and shiny pink high-heeled shoes. The kaftan is swirling around and floating on the surface of the sea. The rain is pouring down all over her.
Prompt: A beautiful woman with knee-length curly flowing pink soaking-wet hair, dancing in the choppy rough sea, immersed up to her waist, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan, lots of jewellery round her neck, wrists, and ankles, and shiny pink high-heeled shoes. She has a pink leather purse in one hand. The kaftan is swirling around and floating on the surface of the sea. The rain is pouring down all over her.
Prompt: The night was clear, cool, and starry, but smoke-like wisps of mist were creeping up the hill-sides from the streams and deep meadows.
Thinclad birches, swaying in a light wind above their heads, made a black net against the pale sky.
A narrow road, that went rolling up and down, fading grey into the darkness ahead. It climbed away from the main road, and wound over the skirts towards a wild corner.
Prompt: A pirate ship with a striking red sail is sailing in the vast ocean, with a majestic castle visible in the background. The ship is adorned with a flag fluttering in the breeze. A man is seen on the boat, navigating the waters. The scene exudes a sense of adventure and mystery, with the rocky island adding to the dramatic backdrop. The colors in the image are primarily earthy tones, creating a rustic and old-world atmosphere. The ship's sails billow in the wind as it glides through the water, creating a captivating and picturesque scene.
Prompt: The lights went out. A great smoke went up. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and began to glow at the summit. It spouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-golden dragon – not life-size, but terribly life-like: fire came from his jaws, his eyes glared down; there was a roar, and he whizzed three times over the heads of the crowd. They all ducked, and many fell flat on their faces. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over the village with a deafening explosion.
Prompt: A captivating fusion of ice and fire elements, surreal and abstract, reminiscent of a movie poster. The artwork features a detailed oil painting in style of Marc Todd, Nicoletta Ceccoli, and Ray Caesar, showcasing a close-up fire ice spirit on canvas. The scene is set with dynamic lighting, a detailed sky with billowing clouds, a prominent big moon casting moonlight. The central figure is highly detailed, with a face adorned with dramatic makeup, striking red lips, and surrounded by sparks. The composition includes an intricate pose, celestial lighting, a glowing aura, and cute flying ghosts adding a mystical touch. The painting is characterized by thick strokes, a complex background with vibrant colors, and an overall masterpiece quality with exceptional clarity.
Prompt: A lighthouse on a rocky hill, with an old Viking ship with a striking black sail and a big pirate flag fluttering in the breeze included in the surrounding context. The rocky hill adding to the dramatic backdrop. The scene is set outdoors at night, with a starry sky overhead and with calm sea in the background. The lighthouse tower emits light all around across the landscape
Prompt: The city center, a vast plaza where a giant clam shell serves as a concert stage. A symphony orchestra composed entirely of crabs plays a lively tune, their claws tapping out a complex rhythm on miniature xylophones made of seashells. The audience cheers – a mix of jellyfish pulsing rhythmically, starfish clapping with their five points, and a grumpy-looking shark who seems to be conducting with a seaweed baton. The image of the conducting shark frozen in your mind. It's illogical, nonsensical, yet strangely captivating. The memory of the underwater city a reminder that the world of dreams is a place where anything is possible, even if it defies the laws of physics and logic
Prompt: In the middle of the hall, backed against the western wall, a wide and magnificent gallery hung with gold brocade, into which, through a
small doorway with pointed arch, advance in procession a number of grave personages, successively announced by a bawling usher. On the front seats already many venerable figures, muffled in ermine, velvet, and scarlet. On the floor of the hall, in front and on either side of the gallery, which maintains a dignified silence, a great crowd and a great uproar.
Prompt: In this magical dream, a world opens up that is imbued with warm-hearted magic. The air is filled with a soft glow, and the sky shines in the most beautiful colors of the sunset. Here, between the trees and the flower meadows, fairies fly – delicate creatures with sparkling wings that shimmer in the sunlight. The fairies dance in a harmonious rhythm, their movements are graceful and light. Their songs sound like a distant carillon, and their voices carry the messages of the heart. Each fairy has a unique gift: one heals with her smile, another conjures up dreams, and yet another makes flowers bloom wherever she touches her feet. The sun is a constant companion in this dream – a golden ball that never sets. Their rays warm the skin of the fairies and color the sky a dazzling orange. Time loses its meaning, because here there is only the now and the tomorrow. The feelings in this dream are indescribable: joy, love, peace. The fairies fly in a whirlwind of emotions, and their hearts are as light as their wings. They touch the leaves of the trees, the blades of grass and the water sources, and everywhere they are, they leave a sparkle that remains visible long after their flight. And so the fairies fly on, accompanied by the eternal sun that shows them the way. They know that this dream is a gift – a place of warmth and comfort where they feel safe and free. And when they disappear on the horizon, a whiff of their magic remains, which changed the world for a moment.
Prompt: In a dreamland floating between the stars, a magical scene awakens. Here fairies and elves dance in a colorful dance, accompanied by the gentle sounds of nature. The air is filled with their laughter, which sounds like bells. The fairies wear dresses made of petals - delicate pink, bright turquoise and bright yellow. Their wings glitter in the sunlight and leave sparkling trails in the sky. They fly between the trees and scatter glitter dust that bathes the world in a magical light. The elves are delicate and elegant. Her long hair is decorated with flowers and her eyes shine like emeralds. They dance in the meadows, their feet leaving imprints of moss and forget-me-nots. Their musical instruments are made from leaves and twigs - they play melodies that come straight from the heart. And then there are the unicorns – majestic creatures with snow-white fur and a horn on their forehead. They gallop over the hills, their hooves leaving sparkling tracks in the grass. Her eyes are full of wisdom and her breath forms little mist in the cold air. The trees are decorated with fairy lights that shine in all the colors of the rainbow. The flowers open their cups and sing quiet songs. Butterflies that seem to be made of silk flutter everywhere. And the sun shines so warmly that you can feel the warmth right into your heart. In this dreamland there is no darkness, only pure joy and love. Time loses its meaning and the world rotates to the rhythm of dreams. When you close your eyes, you can feel the positive energy emanating from every being - an energy that fills you with hope and happiness. And when you wake up, a hint of that dream remains in your heart - a memory of a world where anything is possible and the warmth of imagination drives away the coldness of everyday life.
Prompt: In a dream full of happiness and joy, you are in a place that seems to come from a fairy tale.You stand on a wide meadow whose grass shines in rich green and gently weighs in the warm summer wind. A table covered with delicious, mature fruit fruits, freshly baked fruits, decorated with meadows.erscheint auf der Wiese.Es gives fruit baskets a sweet, floral scent that flourishes from the countless colourful flowers that decorate the meadow.Red poppies, yellow butter flowers and purple lavender flowers bloom in lush splendour and create a sea of colours.The sun stands high in the sky and radiates a comfortable warmth that feels like a loving hug.You run barefoot across the meadow and feel the soft grass under your feet.Each touch with the floor sends pleasant shower of joy through your body.You hear the cheerful twisting of the birds that have settled in the trees on the edge of the meadow.You see the cheerful sniff of the meadow especially for diesen Moment komponiert zu sein und harmoniert perfekt mit der friedlichen Umgebung.In in the distance. The common food becomes a feast of life and joy, each bite a little happiness experience.While you laugh and entertain, the sky is slowly dipped into golden and rosy tones.The sun begins its descent, and the evening sky promises a gentle transition to the night.You feel easy and free as if all the worries and fears had fallen off from you.The last rays of sunlight tickle your face, and a feeling of satisfaction fills your heart.You look into the faces of your loved ones and realize that this moment, full of joy and happiness, the purest feeling of peace and fulfillment ist.In this dream is no hurry, no problems, just this here and now, perfect and memorable.
Prompt: In this dream of contrasts, a world opens up that is permeated by light and shadow. The backdrop is a picturesque labyrinth of enchanted forests, blooming gardens and dark caves. The sun shines warmly on the flower meadows, and the air is filled with a sweet scent. The birds sing in a harmonious chorus, and the trees sway gently in the wind. Light elves dance here – delicate creatures with sparkling wings that shimmer in the sunlight. Her songs are a tapestry of bliss. The sky is reflected in a clear stream, and the water fairy smiles. It touches the water, and small waves spread. The people who meet here embrace each other with open arms. Their hearts are light, and their eyes shine. A rainbow stretches across the horizon, and at the end a golden key is waiting. The gates to new adventures are open, and the dreams are within reach. But shadow creatures lurk in the dark caves. Their eyes glow red, and their claws are sharp. The darkness swallows hope, and the way back is blocked. An abandoned house stands at the edge of the forest. The windows are broken, and the wind howls through the rooms. The memories of times gone by are painful, and the tears flow. A figure wanders on a stony path. It bears the burden of its own mistakes and doubts. The thorns tear at the skin, and the steps are laborious. And so the feelings in this dream change, like the pages of a book. Light and darkness, joy and pain – they are inextricably interwoven. And when the morning awakens, a breath of this duality remains, which accompanies the soul for a long time.
Prompt: In a dream like this, I am a small child running along a dirt road. The sun shines warmly on my skin and the wind gently blows through my hair. The path is lined with lush grass and I can feel the earth beneath my bare feet. Every step is an adventure and I laugh with joy. The dirt road winds through green hills. Flowers bloom along the way - yellow dandelions, purple violets and white daisies. I pick a handful and put it in my hair. The world around me is full of colors and life. The further I walk, the clearer the sky becomes. Clouds pass by and I interpret their shapes: a dragon, a ship, a heart. I feel light, like I can fly. And then I see it – the magnificent tree at the end of the path. Its branches stretch far, as if touching the sky. The leaves are a deep green, and the bark is marked with stories. I sit under the tree and feel its strength and wisdom. He whispers to me: “The journey is the destination, little child. Every step you take is important. The journey itself is the treasure.” I nod and close my eyes. The scent of the tree surrounds me and I feel safe. It doesn't matter where the path leads - as long as I walk it with joy and curiosity, I'm on the right path. And so I dream on, with the magnificent tree as my wise companion, always knowing that the journey is the destination12.
Dancing Among the Stars: A Dream of Weightlessness
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Prompt: In a dream that defied the laws of gravity, I found myself in a bottomless space. The air was light and transparent, and I floated as if I were a star in the night sky. My arms and legs moved effortlessly, as if I were gliding through liquid light. I spun in circles, twirling my hair around me, feeling the world around me unraveling. There were no limits, no obstacles - just endless space. The stars were no longer distant, but within reach. I reached out and touched their glowing surfaces. They felt warm, like old friends welcoming me. I laughed and danced among the stars, my feet leaving sparkling trails in the ether. The planets were no longer solid spheres, but colorful spheres of light and color. I flew through their atmospheres, felt the wind on my face and heard the whispers of the elements. The oceans were liquid silver, the forests were emerald mist. I felt alive and free like never before. And then I saw the earth. She was a blue jewel surrounded by a veil of clouds. I floated over continents and oceans, saw the lights of cities and the shadows of mountains. I felt people's hearts, their dreams and fears, and knew that we were all connected. Time lost its meaning. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into eternities. I was a part of the universe, a spark in the cosmic fireworks. And I knew that I never wanted to go back - that I wanted to stay in this dream of weightlessness and freedom forever.
Prompt: In a dream that exists beyond gravity, you float gently through an infinite space. Your body is light as a feather, and the world around you blurs into a delicate mist. The stars twinkle in all colors, and you feel one with the universe. The silence is so deep that you can hear the pulsation of your own heart. You close your eyes and feel love and peace spreading within you. It is as if all worries and fears fall away from you – you are free, carefree and full of trust. You see a bright light in front of you, and as you head towards it, you realize that it is radiating from your own heart. It is love that carries you, that envelops you like a warm coat. You think of all the people you love and feel their closeness, even though they are far away. Time loses its meaning, and you float on, carried by a sense of security. You see images of happy moments, of hugs, laughter and tender touches. Every thought is a smile, every memory a gift. And then, all of a sudden, you feel someone lying down next to you. You open your eyes and see a radiant being—an angel, perhaps—with sparkling eyes and a smile that makes the stars shine. It whispers in your ear: "You are loved, always and everywhere." In this dream, there are no limits, no limits. You float on, hand in hand with the angel, knowing that you could forever remain in this state of weightlessness, peace, and love. It is a dream that fulfills you and fills you with hope – a place where you are completely with yourself.
Prompt: In an enchanted dream, you enter a cloud bakery that floats between heaven and earth. The air is light, the scent of freshly baked bread and sweet delicacies envelops you. No ordinary baked goods are made here - no, dreams are made in this bakery.
The room is bright and airy, the walls are made of fluffy clouds. The bakers form buns from delicate cloud flakes. They are so light that they almost float. You take a bite and feel joy and lightness spreading inside you. These buns are not just food, but also comfort for the soul.
In the corner there is a rainbow cake. Each layer is a different color - from deep red to sky blue. You cut off a piece and taste it. The taste is a firework of happiness and hope. This cake reminds you that life is colorful, even in the gray moments.
The bakers form cotton candy into little clouds. You take one in your hand and it melts on your tongue. Sweet memories rise up - of carefree childhood days, of summer festivals and fairground laughter. These clouds are a piece of nostalgia.
A cup of steaming coffee is waiting at the counter. But this coffee is different - it glitters. Every sip contains stardust that inspires your dreams. You drink and feel ideas and inspiration rising within you. This coffee is the fuel for your creativity.
As you wander through the bakery, you feel gratitude, longing and security. Not only baked goods are made here, but emotions are also baked. The bakers smile at you as if they knew that you have come to nourish your soul.
There is a sign at the exit of the bakery: "Dreams are the sweetest delicacies in life." You leave the cloud bakery with a warm heart and the promise to come back here more often - to your dreams and feelings that are just as fluffy and magical as the baked goods from this special bakery.
Prompt: One snowy night, as the moon glided gently over the city rooftops, I found myself in an enchanted garden. The trees wore silver veils of frost, and the snow crunched beneath my feet. A delicate glow filled the air, as if winter itself was lighting invisible candles. There, between the ancient beech trees, he stood - the Sandman. His face was soft and kind, and his eyes shone like twinkling stars. He wore a cloak of golden mist that fluttered in the wind. His hands were warm and inviting as he beckoned me over. "Come," he whispered, "I'll show you the place where dreams are born." We walked through an archway of ivy, and suddenly we found ourselves in a room of flickering light. Sparkling particles floated everywhere - tiny shooting stars that formed into stories. I felt my worries and fears fall away, as if I were wrapped in a cocoon of tenderness. The Sandman led me to a fireplace in which a fire of golden sparks burned. “This is where,” he said, “dreams are woven. Every thought, every longing, they all find their place here.” I sat down on a fluffy carpet of clouds and closed my eyes. Images passed by - a familiar face, the laugh of a loved one, the smell of freshly baked bread. Everything was so vivid, so real, that I forgot I was dreaming. The Sandman sat down next to me and took my hand. “Do you feel the warmth?” he asked. “This is the love that is in every dream.” And indeed – I felt it. A deep, soothing warmth spread inside me. It was as if my heart opened and welcomed all the love I had ever encountered. “And now,” whispered the Sandman, “let us weave a dream.” We closed our eyes and thought of all the good things we had experienced. I saw my family, my friends, the moments of happiness. The Sandman took my thoughts and formed them into a sparkling thread. He carefully placed it on the loom and began to weave. The dream took shape - a house by the sea, the smell of salt and freedom. I walked along the beach, the water lapping at my
Prompt: In this magical dream, a world opens up that is imbued with warm-hearted magic. The air is filled with a soft glow, and the sky shines in the most beautiful colors of the sunset. Here, between the trees and the flower meadows, fairies fly – delicate creatures with sparkling wings that shimmer in the sunlight. The fairies dance in a harmonious rhythm, their movements are graceful and light. Their songs sound like a distant carillon, and their voices carry the messages of the heart. Each fairy has a unique gift: one heals with her smile, another conjures up dreams, and yet another makes flowers bloom wherever she touches her feet. The sun is a constant companion in this dream – a golden ball that never sets. Their rays warm the skin of the fairies and color the sky a dazzling orange. Time loses its meaning, because here there is only the now and the tomorrow. The feelings in this dream are indescribable: joy, love, peace. The fairies fly in a whirlwind of emotions, and their hearts are as light as their wings. They touch the leaves of the trees, the blades of grass and the water sources, and everywhere they are, they leave a sparkle that remains visible long after their flight. And so the fairies fly on, accompanied by the eternal sun that shows them the way. They know that this dream is a gift – a place of warmth and comfort where they feel secure. And when they disappear on the horizon, a whiff of their magic remains, which changed the world for a moment.
Prompt: In this dream city, the streets flow with sunlight. People walk hand in hand, their faces beaming. Nobody rushes, nobody pushes. The houses are made of rainbows, and the windows are open - to the wind, to the birds, to the stories that are told. The Bakery of Friendliness: Here people not only bake bread and cakes, but also smiles. Everyone who walks by is served a piece of happiness. The children laugh, the old people talk about times gone by. The baker says: “A smile is the best spice.” he Park of Understanding: Here people from all cultures sit on benches and share their stories. The languages mix together to form a colorful carpet. The pigeons fly from shoulder to shoulder and whisper secrets. The sun is shining and the flowers are blooming. The Library of Dreams: There are no locked doors in this building made of stardust. Anyone can enter and discover the stories of the world. The words fly like birds and the pages are made of air. The librarian says: “There are no boundaries here – only horizons.” he place for togetherness: Here people dance in a circle. Their hands touch and their feet follow the rhythm of life. The music comes from the hearts. The stars watch and the moon applauds. “We are all part of the same melody,” says the dance teacher. And so they, the people of this dream city, live in love and mindfulness. No bad intentions, no fear. They know that happiness lies in community, in sharing and in listening. And when they wake up, they carry a piece of this city with them - as a memory and a promise.
Prompt: In a dream that stretches beyond the boundaries of the stars, I found myself in an infinite space. The darkness was not threatening, but inviting - a velvet robe that enveloped me and carried me into the depths of the universe. The stars were not sparkling points, but living beings. They sang a song of eternity, their melody vibrated through my soul and made me float. I felt light, as if I could overcome gravity and move freely between galaxies. The planets were not barren spheres, but rather blooming gardens. Their surfaces were covered with colorful flowers that bloomed in the soft light of the suns. I could smell the scent of exoplanet roses and interstellar lilies as I wandered over the hills and valleys. The black holes were not dangerous abysses, but portals to other dimensions. Their vortexes pulled me in, and I felt my molecules being torn apart and reforming. I felt at one with the universe, a part of the cosmic dance. And the time? It lost its meaning. Minutes became eons, and years became moments. I saw the birth and death of stars, the blossoming and extinction of civilizations. Everything merged into a single moment, an eternal now. I wasn't alone in this dream. Other dreamers floated next to me, their thoughts and feelings merging with mine. We shared our stories, our fears and our hopes. It was as if we were creating a new reality, beyond space and time.
And then I woke up. The darkness gave way to morning light, the stars faded to tiny dots in the sky. But the dream stayed with me, a promise of infinity and freedom. Maybe, I thought, we are all just dreamers wandering the universe looking for a place where we can truly call home.
Prompt: A small heart, still untouched by the hustle and bustle of the world, beats to the rhythm of the stars. In this dream everything is soft and warm - the air, the earth, the arms that hold it. The child lies in a sky garden surrounded by flowers growing from the clouds. Their colors are so bright that they make the sun itself pale. The love of parents is like an invisible cloak that envelops the child. The mother sings a quiet lullaby and the father gently strokes the delicate hair. The child feels her closeness, her warmth. He knows he is loved without the need for words. The world outside may be big and confusing, but here, in the garden of heaven, there is only love and security. The flowers whisper stories to the child. They tell of adventures, of animals that can talk and of stars that grant wishes. The child laughs, his eyes light up. It stretches out its arms and tries to touch the stars. Maybe it can express a wish, which the flowers then carry on. The nightingale sings her song and the child listens. It understands the language of birds, because everything is possible here in the sky garden. It can fly without having wings and dance with the stars. The clouds are soft cushions on which it rests. It feels light, free, infinitely loved. And when morning comes, the child wakes up with a smile. It remembers the heavenly garden, the love it found there. Maybe this dream is more than just a dream. Maybe it's a promise - that the world outside can be as beautiful as the sky garden if you just open your eyes and widen your heart.
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.