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: Pacific Northwest: A whimsical creature basking in golden twilight. Its fur is a vibrant sunset orange, fading into a soft, creamy white at its center. Large, soulful eyes like glossy obsidian pebbles, and a button nose that gleams like onyx in the fading light. The creature's body is fluffy and round, resembling a fantastical pom-pom come to life. It sits serenely amidst plush, emerald moss, under the tender caress of the sun's last rays, casting an ethereal glow on its silhouette. Shadows of nearby coniferous boughs gently dance around it.
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: "He makes me like a deer that does not stumble; he helps me stand on the steep mountains. He trains my hands for battle so my arms can bend a bow of bronze."
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
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: 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: 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.
Prompt: Lonely traveller standing at the crossroads of time... dark background with stars and dramatic clouds... largely blues and blacks shades... one red light, road sign on an ancient post, cobbled paths leading into the distance, high contrast shadows.
Prompt: an ancient, bearded wizard wearing a green robe, standing in a dimly lit stone-walled laboratory. The wizard is reading from an old, leather-bound book while surrounded by various alchemical apparatus. There is a glowing blue, glass contraption on the table, emitting light and connected by tubes and coils. The room is filled with shelves holding bottles, scrolls, and other mystical items, with sunlight streaming through arched windows in the background.
Prompt: Sumeria 10,000 years BC, in a very old library, a sanctuary of knowledge wrapped in time. (A teenage Sumerian prince), standing before a highly detailed bronze table, is reading a very ancient and elaborate clay tablet written in light characters in cuneiform. The clay tablet is on the table. Behind the boy appears a horrible demon made of dark smoke and with horns, with incandescent eyes. His arms are threatening. Full body. Mystical and esoteric atmosphere. Magic. ultra detailed
Prompt: The wish master make a wish but be carful what you wish for, wished are always tricky and so is the wishmaster bald head lean strong bodied man covered with mystic symbols and tattoos smug expression with a hint of sinister nature
Prompt: insanely detailed hand drawing of remarkable old white oak tree, river, winding path, mountains, dramatic storm clouds, dark night and bright moonlight glow. in the distance a Natural portal. Epic, cinematic, breathtaking, intricate. Mind-blowing surreal landscape
Prompt: Photo of strikingly surreal entity, seemingly born from the amalgamation of aqueous and organic forms. At its core sits a massive, solitary eye, the iris a deep onyx framed by an expanse of pearly white. The sclera bleeds into fleshy, undulating folds that serve as its foundation. From these folds emerge tapered, tentacle-like appendages, one transforming into a translucent hand reaching upward, beseeching the heavens. The entire figure, awash in glossy, viscid translucence, suggests an ethereal being phasing into our reality, its composition a delicate dance between liquid serenity and the visceral tactility of flesh. The background is a tranquil gradient of azure, which contrasts with the creature, accentuating its otherworldly essence.
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.