Prompt: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?” Heironymous Bosch, Salvador Dali, M. C. Escher.
Prompt: In the beginning, the earth was formless and void, with darkness covering the vast expanse of the waters. A gentle, cosmic wind swept over the surface, stirring the chaotic abyss below. As the first light emerged, it pierced the darkness, creating a stark contrast of bright and dark hues. The heavens and the earth were separated, forming a rich tapestry of celestial bodies and landmasses.
Prompt: A woman in a flowing red minidress stands gracefully on a rocky shore, her figure silhouetted against a breathtaking sky. Her minidress billows dramatically in the ocean breeze as she reaches toward a radiant sun, which is encircled by swirling clouds that seem to form a natural halo of light. The waves crash against the rocks at her feet, their movement echoing the energy and flow of the scene. The lighting is ethereal, casting a golden glow over the landscape and highlighting the contrast between the stormy ocean and the serene yet powerful figure.
Prompt: Beneath the silken shroud of a midnight sky, pierced only by the spectral glow of a swollen, watchful moon, a colossal beast of leonine ferocity and otherworldly grandeur emerges amidst the desolation of jagged, timeworn rocks. Its fiery mane unfurls like molten gold caught in an eternal tempest, each strand a living blaze defying the stagnant air. Curved horns, thick as ancient oak and honed to deadly perfection, crown its head, their shadowy arcs commanding awe and dread in equal measure. Its molten eyes, alight with primal wrath, bore into the diminutive figures of two cloaked wanderers, their forms shrouded in the mist of destiny and despair as they stand before this apocalyptic apparition. The chasm of its gaping maw, lined with fangs like ivory sabers, roars a silent promise of ruin, echoing across a barren realm steeped in myth and menace.
Prompt: Polaroid photo of a dark fairy, wearing a purple Victorian evening gown with bare shoulders and with a messy piled-up hairdo. Realistic skin texture, expressive realistic eyes. silhouetted against a foggy moonlit sky, between two twisted tree trunks.
Prompt: Remarkable old abandoned Victorian mansion on a craggy hilltop overlook. Dramatic storm clouds, dark night and bright moonlight glow. River, winding path, mountains, neon highlights, occult, cyberpunk, cosmic, masterpiece, polished, crisp quality, no frame.
Prompt: Lightning from a giant Marx generator electrifies a clear glass vat of ferrofluid. Exciting, electrifying, dangerous, loud, thunderclap, stormy skies, adventure, horror, stormchasing. Digital painting, great depth and scale, action, strong sense of motion, Unreal Engine, VRay. Masterpiece, trending on DeviantArt.
Prompt: National Geographic photo of A lone figure at the edge of a tumultuous sea, the waves crashing fiercely against the rugged cliffs. The sky, a swirl of stormy greys and deep blues.
Prompt: Amidst the swirling mists of an early dawn, a solitary ship, her sails billowed by the ghostly breath of the sea, cuts a path through the azure embrace of the ocean. On her deck, men of hardy countenance and salt-crisped hair move with the rhythm of the waves, their eyes alight with the thrill of adventure and the promise of undiscovered lands. Above them, the gulls wheel and cry, the eternal heralds of the deep's mysteries and the keepers of its secrets, as the sun's first rays lance through the fog, setting the world ablaze with gold.
Prompt: A rough beast materializes out of a desert sandstorm, carrying chains with which to enslave the human race. Undead lich zombies rise from the sands below to serve their evil master. Above, a flock of vultures circles, waiting for their feast.
Prompt: Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,
Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,
Above, beneath, betwixt, between.
Prompt: Mysterious stranger, face in shadow, enigmatic smile, 1940s hat and overcoat. dim vintage street lamps. Shadows, mystique, early 20th-century vibe. Lamps, warm light, otherwise cool blue night tones.
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.