Prompt: Heartbreakingly beautiful Queen of the Aliens, as portrayed by a very young Gal Gadot. Wearing a black ballroom gown and thigh-high leather boots, she sits on a living throne of writhing wet tentacles; behind her is a dark stained glass window depicting strange glyphs.
Prompt: In the realm of shadows and stone, where mountains pierce the heavens like daggers, stands a testament to ancient power - a gateway wrought by those who understood that true dominion requires both grandeur and terror. A solitary figure, cloaked in the garments of wisdom or perhaps ambition, stands before columns that mock the presumptions of mortal kings. The air itself bends to supernatural will, manifesting in azure mists and ethereal orbs that speak to powers beyond earthly governance. Here, in this theater of celestial authority, one witnesses how the architecture of the ancients, much like the architecture of state, must inspire both awe and fear. Let those who seek power understand: it is better to command the supernatural than to merely wield earthly authority, for the mysteries that lie beyond such portals often hold the keys to absolute rule."
Prompt: In the twilight's embrace, where the sky meets the earth with hues of sapphire and gold, stands a fortress of shadows, a citadel that defies the bounds of time itself. This castle, with its myriad spires piercing the heavens, rises like an ancient titan from the barren wasteland, a monument to forgotten eras and untold power. From its dark, brooding walls, a single light flickers, a beacon in the gloom, suggesting life or perhaps a call to those who dare to approach.
The landscape around this gothic edifice is stark, a desert of rock and desolation, where only the hardiest forms of life might cling to existence. Yet, in this forsaken place, figures cloaked in mystery gather, their forms shrouded in the twilight, as if drawn by some ancient summons or an unseeable fate. They stand, silent sentinels, against the backdrop of this towering stronghold, their presence hinting at stories of intrigue, of battles fought in the name of ideals long lost to the winds of change.
This scene, with its blend of the celestial and the terrestrial, of light and shadow, speaks to the soul of man, to his ceaseless quest for meaning amidst the chaos of existence. It is a tableau of the human condition, where the grandeur of our aspirations meets the dark reality of our limitations, where the light of knowledge battles the shadows
Prompt: A wry, world-weary elf lounges at the dimly lit bar of a rustic tavern. His attire—a mix of leather straps and metallic embellishments—speaks of a roguish adventurer, seasoned by years of intrigue. He surveys the viewer with a cynical yet amused expression, as if weighing the schemes and stories swirling around him.
Prompt: A colossal hand rises from the golden sands of a boundless desert, its fingers adorned with lush greenery, cascading waterfalls, and drifting clouds. Rivers wind between its ridges, flowing into pools of crystal-blue water, while tiny trees and palms dot its surface like whispers of life in a divine sculpture. A lone figure rows a small boat near the hand’s base, dwarfed by the sheer majesty of this surreal landscape, as though embarking on a journey through a sanctuary crafted by the cosmos itself. The sun blazes on the horizon, bathing this breathtaking vision in a radiant, dreamlike glow.
Prompt: A lonely, ancient tower stands in the heart of a fairytale forest, surrounded by tall, snow-covered trees under a deep, starry sky. The tower is weathered and crumbling, with ivy and moss creeping up its stone walls. A fat, glowing moon hangs low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light across the snow-dusted ground. The air is still and quiet, with the faint glow of the moon illuminating the forest in a mystical, almost magical way. The scene feels peaceful yet eerie, as if time has stood still in this winter wonderland.
Prompt: The destination is never certain
But for the fact our hearts are hurting
The trees are weeping, the moon's not sleeping
Nothing we carry that's worth we're keeping
There's not much light on our side of the road
So we walk as if our eyes are closed
Walk as if our eyes are closed
Prompt: breathtaking view of a medieval town, nestled along an icy northern coastline. The painting captures the twilight hour, with the sun dipping low and casting a golden-pink glow over the frosted rooftops of the Nordic buildings. Snow-capped mountains loom in the background, their peaks piercing the moody, cloud-streaked sky. A haunted, cursed sea stretches out to the horizon, dotted with icebergs and shimmering in the cold light. Small fishing boats are moored along the icy docks, while the warm glow of lanterns and hearths flicker from windows, giving a sense of life and resilience amidst the harsh, frozen wilderness.
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.
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