Prompt: an astronaut floating in space, with an alien planet and nebulae, a detailed photorealistic painting by Jean-Baptiste Monge and Michael Whelan, contest winner, space art, uhd image, sci-fi, Soviet propaganda art
Prompt: This photo portrays a vast desert-like landscape with jagged rock formations under an ominous sky that transitions from orange to a dark, stormy blue. Dominating the sky is a colossal, detailed, and realistic human eye, with veins branching out from it, creating a sense of it being both part of the sky and a separate entity. A solitary figure in a coat stands with their back to us, contemplating the scene, holding a sword. There's a surreal contrast between the eye's organic qualities and the barren, otherworldly terrain. Lightning strikes in the distance, adding a dynamic and somewhat apocalyptic touch to the scenery.
Prompt: Photograph of Wildly attractive, Caucasian, blue-eyed, black-haired, pale-skinned college girl with a Bob haircut and bangs, wearing a thin-strapped minidress, standing in a endless field of impaled corpses. Caravaggio, Bernie Wrightson, H. R. Giger, J. B. Monge.
Prompt: Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die
Than give you control
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Prompt: This surreal and dreamlike image invites viewers into a realm where reality blurs with the subconscious. The artist, drawing inspiration from a variety of sources, weaves a visual tapestry rich in symbolism and open to interpretation.
While echoes of surrealist masters like René Magritte or the dreamlike narratives of Paul Delvaux might be felt, the artist doesn't adhere strictly to one style. Instead, they blend elements of classicism, perhaps a hint of Rembrandt's dramatic lighting or Caravaggio's intense realism, with the whimsical and grotesque, reminiscent of R. Crumb or even the fantastical creatures found in the works of Remedios Varo.
The presence of recurring motifs like the woman, skull, strange flowers, and smoke further enhances the enigmatic atmosphere. Each element carries its own weight of symbolism, often associated with themes of mortality, beauty, decay, and the ephemeral nature of life. The addition of everyday objects like a teapot or coffee cup placed in this surreal context adds a layer of playful absurdity, challenging our perception of the familiar.
The deliberate use of a retro color palette and vintage aesthetics heightens the dreamlike quality, creating a sense of nostalgia and timelessness. This could be a nod to the graphic styles of Vivienne Westwood, Walter Crane, or William Morris, or even the bold, graphic approach of Roy Lichtenstein.
Ultimately, the image resists a singular interpretation, instead inviting the viewer to unravel its mysteries and uncover their own meaning within its dreamlike landscape.
Prompt: Comical illustration of a young vampire woman, laughing with an exaggeratedly hilarious expression, wearing a white smock stained with dark red paint.
Prompt: Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.
Prompt: “The waters saw You, O God;
The waters saw You, they were afraid;
The depths also trembled.
The clouds poured out water;
The skies sent out a sound;
Your arrows also flashed about.
The voice of Your thunder was in the whirlwind;
The lightnings lit up the world;
The earth trembled and shook.
Your way was in the sea,
Your path in the great waters,
And Your footsteps were not known.”
Prompt: In a ghostly, desolate landscape, a colossal elephant, weathered and ancient, looms under a dimly lit sky. Atop the mighty beast sits a lone rider looking forward with an air of command, anticipating victory,. The elephant’s tusks curve long and ominous, casting shadows over the earth below. Distant, spindly towers pierce through the haze, their silhouettes faint against the backdrop of smoke and fog.
Prompt: For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.
Prompt: National Geographic photo stream running through a lush green forest, fireflies, ancient trees covered in moss. Ethereal, spooky, dangerous, sorcery, enchanting, mystical, masterpiece, great depth and scale. a photorealistic painting by Michael James Smith, deviantart, fantasy art, cryengine.
Prompt: How many times have we loved each other and killed each other? We were often united by the same blood, sometimes bad and sometimes good. We played every piece, in the world theater. Now we look at the starry tent from where we come. From God's dream we came down and grew together. The journey will soon be over, home is approaching. There is silence around us, we are star-seeds.
Prompt: This image showcases a breathtaking, otherworldly landscape at sunrise. Seen through a rugged cave opening, jagged mountain peaks rise dramatically from a sea of clouds, bathed in warm hues of crimson and orange. The distant sun casts radiant light, accentuating the rocky textures and creating an ethereal ambiance. The composition feels both surreal and serene, capturing a sense of untouched, mystical beauty.
Prompt: Hangman, hangman, slack your rope, slack it for a while
I think I see my True Love comin’, ridin' many a mile
True Love have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?
I have not brought you hope, I have not paid your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree.
Prompt: The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Prompt: Art-fashion photograph of Very attractive young Mediterranean woman treading water towards the viewer. Laurel wreath, wet silk. Perfect features, good skin, no makeup.
Prompt: Photo of a very fuzzy Siamese cat burglar, wearing only a knit cap and a leather jacket, sneaking upright through the Smithsonian museum at night, carrying a small toolbox. JB Monge, Arthur Rackham, Tim Burton. Digital painting, great depth and scale, deep color palette, Unreal Engine, charming, magical, otherworldly, masterpiece, trending on ArtStation.
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.