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: 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: In a canyon on an Alien planet at 10am. In the foreground is a neat but shabby shack; nearby but slightly further away is a retrofuturistic spacecraft on landing stilts, unfolding itself into a n interplanetary outpost. breathtaking alien vegetation, reflective services, silvers, blues, greens, violets. Translucencies, bioluminescence, cheerful, and hopeful.
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: I will remember the works of the Lord. Surely I will remember Your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all Your work, and talk of Your deeds. Hieronymus Bosch, M C Escher, Salvador Dali.
Prompt: And when the Day of Judgment draws near, the earth shall tremble with fear, and the mountains shall crumble like sand, and the seas shall boil over with rage.
The skies shall turn dark, and the stars shall fall from their heavenly abodes, and the moon shall be split asunder, and the sun shall lose its brilliance.
The winds shall howl with a deafening roar, and the oceans shall rise to engulf the lands, and the rivers shall overflow their banks, drowning all in their path.
The earth shall be rent asunder, and fire shall erupt from its bowels, consuming all in its path, and smoke shall rise to the heavens, obscuring the sun and the moon.
And then, from the midst of the chaos and destruction, shall emerge the great beast, and it shall lead an army of the damned, marching towards the final battle.
Prompt: all sides sides view shots of a beautiful abrasive of the (mystical magical electricity grid:1.3), by (Arthur Rackham and Edward Deakin, Michael Parkes:0.8), (Tempera and depiction:0.8), 16:9, (painting:0.3)
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: overhead photo looking down on exhumed body of George Washington, lying on a steel morgue table, being rebuilt as a cyborg by robotic assembly arms. one of George’s eyes is wide open and looking up at the viewer, the other eye is cybernetic and looking off to one side. 1980s sci-fi cinematic still, masterpiece
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.