Prompt: A captivating nighttime scene of a young woman standing on a quiet, lamp-lit street. Her loose, dark hair is gently tousled, and her piercing gaze meets the viewer with an enigmatic allure. She is dressed in a simple, white, off-shoulder garment, which contrasts elegantly with the warm glow of the streetlights behind her. The setting evokes a Mediterranean or historic urban ambiance, with tall buildings featuring wrought-iron balconies and arched windows lining both sides of the deserted street. The tranquil atmosphere is filled with an air of mystery and romance, as if the scene is part of an unfolding story.
“LaCourse had been asleep for half an hour when the others noticed that he had acquired company …”
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
2744 X 1544
(4.24 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: sleeping mountain man, eyes closed, with a diamondback rattlesnake crawling across him. The snake is facing the camera. outdoors, Columbia river, basalt cliff. award winning, Andrew Wyeth, Frederic Remington
Prompt: A lone figure in a trenchcoat stands in a pale, foggy, industrial setting, holding a device connected by wires to a large, cylindrical machine. The machine has an open compartment emitting a bright blue light.
Prompt: In a remote, fog-shrouded village, there stood an ancient chapel, long abandoned and whispered about by the locals. The structure was small, its stone walls weathered by time, with ivy creeping over its facade like the hands of the past. The single, narrow window at the front was stained with age, casting a dim, ghostly light inside when the moon was full. The heavy wooden door, slightly ajar, hinted at secrets within, perhaps the resting place of some long-forgotten artifact or the site of an old ritual gone awry.
As night fell, the air grew cold, and the chapel seemed to loom larger in the mist, its silhouette stark against the pale, moonlit sky. A solitary figure, wrapped in a cloak, approached, drawn by curiosity or perhaps an old family legend. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone, and as the figure pushed the door open, a creak echoed through the silent night, promising tales of the supernatural and the unexplained.
Prompt: a single powerful, majestic dog—a mix of St. Bernard and collie—with a thick, muscular build and a coat suited for the harsh wilderness; standing atop a snow-dusted hill in the Yukon wilderness at dusk, with a faint aurora borealis glowing in the sky. The dog has a broad, strong frame, a thick fur coat in shades of brown and white, and piercing, intelligent eyes that reflect both wildness and wisdom. His stance is proud yet alert, muscles tensed as if ready to lead a sled team or face a rival. The landscape around him is vast and untamed—jagged pines, icy winds stirring the snow, and a sense of raw, untamed beauty.
Prompt: A young woman, her hair woven with blossoms as if enchanted by a charm, stood by an arched window in the abandoned tower, her eyes tracing the moonlit valley where a river gleamed like liquid starlight. Beyond, a castle with spires sharp as unicorn horns rose from the mist, whispering promises of ancient magic and secrets yet to be uncovered. She felt a tingle of destiny in her fingertips, as though the very air hummed with the sort of magic that could change the course of a enchantress’s life forever.
Prompt: My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
Prompt: Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right Man on our side,
the Man of God's own choosing.
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth his name,
from age to age the same;
and he must win the battle.
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.