Prompt: three majestic black horses galloping freely across a vast, open alpin meadow under a dramatic, cloud-filled sky. The scene should exude a sense of freedom and natural beauty, with the horses' manes and tails flowing in the wind. inspiration from the styles of Albert Bierstadt for the grand, expansive landscape; George Stubbs portrayal of the horses; and J.M.W. Turner for the dynamic and atmospheric sky.
Prompt: three majestic white horses galloping freely across a vast, open steppe under a dramatic, cloud-filled sky. The scene should exude a sense of freedom and natural beauty, with the horses' manes and tails flowing in the wind. Draw inspiration from the styles of Albert Bierstadt for the grand, expansive landscape; George Stubbs for the detailed and lifelike portrayal of the horses; and J.M.W. Turner for the dynamic and atmospheric sky. The composition should highlight the harmony between the powerful, elegant horses and the sweeping, untamed beauty of the steppe
Prompt: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Prompt: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Prompt: The wind gathers storm clouds
above the sea’s gray plain.
Like black lightning the Stormy Petrel
flits between sea and cloud.
Now touching a wave with his wing, now shooting
like an arrow up into the clouds, he screams,
and the storm clouds hear joy
in the bird’s impertinent cry.
The craving of the storm is in this cry!
Storm clouds hear the power of anger,
the flame of passion, and the certitude
of victory in this cry.
by Ivan Aivazovsky,Albert Bierstadt
Prompt: Only the proud Stormy Petrel Hits boldly
and freely over the ocean gray with foam!
Ever more somber and ever lower
the storm clouds descend above the sea
and the waves sing and explode
to the heights to meet the thunder.
The thunder reverberates. Waves moan
quarreling with the wind
in a froth of rage. The wind seizes
a pack of waves in powerful embrace
and hurls them with all its might
on the crags smashing the emerald masses
into splashes and spray.
Like black lightning the Stormy Petrel
ascends, pierces the clouds like an arrow,
plucks the foam of the waves with his wing.
Now he bears himself, like a demon —
proud, a black demon of the tempest —
he laughs and sobs... He laughs
above the storm clouds and sobs from joy!
A keen demon, he long since hears the weariness
in the storm’s rage, he’s certain
that the storm clouds will not hide
the sun — no they will not hide it!
The wind howls... The thunder reverberates...
Like blue flame above the bottomless sea
a flock of clouds blazes. The sea tries to catch
the arrows of lightning and snuff them out
in its abyss. Lightning reflections
writhe in the sea like flaming serpents.
— The storm! Soon the storm will burst!
The daring Stormy Petrel proudly flits
between the lightning above the angry roaring
of the sea; the prophet of victory screams:
— Let the storm burst more severely!..
by Ivan Aivazovsky,Albert Bierstadt
Prompt: a lonely centaur standing on a lush, green island surrounded by the dark, deep blue sea. The centaur should have a sense of solitude, with its eyes gazing towards the horizon as it plays gently with a small, lively monkey. The island is vibrant with rich vegetation, but there's a quiet, melancholic atmosphere, enhanced by the contrast between the vivid greens of the island and the dark, mysterious blues of the surrounding sea. The sky above is a mix of twilight shades, with the setting sun casting a soft, golden light over the scene, highlighting the bond between the centaur and the monkey in this peaceful, isolated setting. By Gerhard Richter
Prompt: Seagulls groan before the storm —
groan and rush above the sea
ready to conceal at its bottom
their horror before the storm.
And the loons groan also —
pleasure in life’s battle
is not open to them, to loons:
the claps of thunder unnerve them.
The witless penguin timidly hides
By Ruan Jia, Raphael Lacoste
Prompt: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
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.
