Prompt: Judge Dredd on the streets of Mega City One in the style of Fritz Lang's Metropolis. expressionist science-fiction. 1920's art deco. dystopia. black and white movie
Prompt: Jean-Baptiste Monge - As the creature moves through the pine woods, the creature seems to change shape, morphing from one form to another sometimes like a large living thing that might be a huge man, a primate naked and aroused. huge and menacing with a mouth full of sharp teeth
Prompt: circle of ancient standing stones atop a hill in the Scottish highlands, with a storm rolling in, triadic colors, by Ferdinand Knab, Paul Gauguin, Anton Pieck, John Constable.
Prompt: a rag-tag, dim looking young country giant (a bit comical looking) (He does not have a beard, he has a strong chin and a heavy brow), bare foot, dressed in home-made armor he has made from farm equipment (water barrels, ploughs, parts of grain carts) , in a heroic pose in the style of Brian Froud. He is like a living cartoon character
Prompt: an unclothed, tall, thin, blue demon with the head of a grinning owl sitting on a tall wooden chair in the ruins of Hell. He wears a brass cooking pot atop his head and copper kettles on his feet like shoes. the sky behind him is leaden as if a storm is coming
Prompt: ornate alien Martian land ship with sails in the style of Ray Bradbury, sailing across the desert of Mars. ( Martian sand-ships in Ray Bradbury's novel the Martian Chronicles - Appearance & Atmosphere
Azure sails: Bradbury describes a dozen tall vessels, each with sails the deep blue of “cobalt butterflies,” drifting silently on the sands
Vessel bodies: According to model conceptualizations inspired by the text, you can imagine sleek, emerald‑green hulls with razor‑sharp prows and pale, moon‑white tillers—almost petal‑like in design.
- From the Text – Dramatic Scenes
Bradbury paints vivid scenes:
“There! The wind hurled the sand ship keening over the dead sea‑bottom, over long‑buried crystals, past upended pillars, past deserted docks of marble and brass, past dead white chess cities…”
This evokes a mystical journey across an ancient Martian seabed, where remnants of a lost civilization lie buried beneath dust. - Symbolism & Effect
Remembrance of the past: The sand‑ships are silent monuments to extinct Martian grandeur—reminders of a civilization reduced to ruins.
Beauty amid desolation: The contrast between the fragile, floating ships and the barren red wasteland underscores Bradbury’s lyrical approach—finding grace even in decay.
Atmospheric presence: Described as floating like ghosts or smoke, the ships heighten the eerie and melancholic tone of the scene. - Why They Matter
Visual poetry: The imagery is less about mechanics and more about mood—sand‑ships drift serenely, capturing both loss and wonder.
Literary anchor: In a novel built on snapshots, this memorable scene showcases Bradbury’s gift for weaving mythic symbolism into a futuristic setting.
In short: the Martian sand‑ships are graceful, ghostlike vessels with cobalt sails and sharp metallic husks, drifting across Mars' empty seas of dust. They symbolize the planet’s extinct glory and evoke a powerful, elegiac mood that lingers long after the passage. -- airbrush art, Marvel Comics, storybook illustration, poster art, landscape, fantasy, sci-fi, steampunk
Prompt: in Hell a bald, naked, Middle Eastern Cyclops (One eyed Giant) sits aside the stone bridge he has built over a wild rive of black water and crashing waves. the hills around him and his bridge are jagged rocks without grass or trees on them. the sky is full of angry storm clouds with a tint of red to them. there is sweat on his skin. he has a sinister lustful expression on his face as he looks at the viewer. - illustration in the style of Brothers Hildebrandt
Remembering Ray Bradbury's Martian Land Ships in the Red Desert
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Prompt: ornate alien Martian land ship with sails in the style of Ray Bradbury, sailing across the desert of Mars. ( Martian sand-ships in Ray Bradbury's novel the Martian Chronicles - Appearance & Atmosphere
Azure sails: Bradbury describes a dozen tall vessels, each with sails the deep blue of “cobalt butterflies,” drifting silently on the sands
Vessel bodies: According to model conceptualizations inspired by the text, you can imagine sleek, emerald‑green hulls with razor‑sharp prows and pale, moon‑white tillers—almost petal‑like in design.
- From the Text – Dramatic Scenes
Bradbury paints vivid scenes:
“There! The wind hurled the sand ship keening over the dead sea‑bottom, over long‑buried crystals, past upended pillars, past deserted docks of marble and brass, past dead white chess cities…”
This evokes a mystical journey across an ancient Martian seabed, where remnants of a lost civilization lie buried beneath dust. - Symbolism & Effect
Remembrance of the past: The sand‑ships are silent monuments to extinct Martian grandeur—reminders of a civilization reduced to ruins.
Beauty amid desolation: The contrast between the fragile, floating ships and the barren red wasteland underscores Bradbury’s lyrical approach—finding grace even in decay.
Atmospheric presence: Described as floating like ghosts or smoke, the ships heighten the eerie and melancholic tone of the scene. - Why They Matter
Visual poetry: The imagery is less about mechanics and more about mood—sand‑ships drift serenely, capturing both loss and wonder.
Literary anchor: In a novel built on snapshots, this memorable scene showcases Bradbury’s gift for weaving mythic symbolism into a futuristic setting.
In short: the Martian sand‑ships are graceful, ghostlike vessels with cobalt sails and sharp metallic husks, drifting across Mars' empty seas of dust. They symbolize the planet’s extinct glory and evoke a powerful, elegiac mood that lingers long after the passage. -- airbrush art, Marvel Comics, storybook illustration, poster art, landscape, fantasy, sci-fi, steampunk
Prompt: I beheld a chamber so prodigious in its dimensions that even the grand arena of ancient Rome, that colossus of human pride, seemed by comparison a mere child’s amphitheater—this was no construction of man. It was an abyssal vault hewn from the heart of the earth itself, from stone that bore the hue of dried blood mingled with rust, red-brown and bruised by ages. The air within held a silent gravity, a reverent dread, as though it had not been disturbed for millennia, as though the rock itself breathed solemnity and secrecy.
The walls, irregular and coarse as if gnawed by time or claw, soared up into a vaulted gloom from which no light source could be seen, yet all was faintly illumined by some uncanny phosphorescence, as if the very stone exhaled a corpse-light. Within this cyclopean crypt stood row upon row of vast contrivances—engines, wombs, tombs—at first glance resembling titanic kettles forged of burnished copper. Each was as large as a farmer’s cart, and in their rounded, burnished flanks were set thickened panes of green glass, warped with age and pressure, their surface dulled by time and yet betraying, through that murky translucence, the unthinkable contents within.
Suspended in each vat—no, entombed—floated a figure. And these were not the forms of men, though their silhouettes hinted at some dreadful parody of the human shape. They were tall, impossibly slender, and their limbs held a grace not born of our world. Each bore long, curling horns that arced like question marks from brows too wide, too silent. Their visages were masks of tranquil beauty, a beauty that stirred revulsion—perfect, serene, and wholly alien. Their eyes remained closed, though even in slumber there seemed a watching, a knowing, as though their dreams crept outward in invisible tendrils.
They hung in fluid stasis, swathed in a gelatinous medium the color of jaundiced emeralds, and though their chests did not rise, a sense of growth—a slow, unnatural becoming—thrummed in the silence.
From the base of each metallic womb extended thick brass pipes, organ-like, which slithered across the floor like serpents caught mid-coil, and rose in winding tangles toward the unseen ceiling. There they formed a congested canopy of conduits, an intricate forest of gleaming limbs, forming a web of alchemical and perhaps spiritual intercourse between the vessels. It was as if the room itself was a great lung or mind, every pipe a nerve, every join a pulse point.
From the seams and fissures of this grotesque machinery there wept a fluid. It fell in heavy drops—green, slow-moving, and gemlike—as if the very lifeblood of this monstrous nursery condensed in sorrowful beads. Upon striking the stone, the drops crystallized instantly into jagged pearls of ichor, each one humming with a quiet menace, as though storing whispers. I dared not touch them.
There was a sanctity to the place, a wicked reverence. My soul trembled with the recognition that I stood not within a laboratory or temple, but in some terrible confluence of both—a genesis chamber for the gods of a forgotten pantheon, or the unborn nightmares of a race long buried beneath the earth. The silence pressed upon me, thick and alive. And in that silence, I felt the great room breathe.
Prompt: epic composition, Wendy Corduroy from the cartoon 'Gravity Falls' as a fantasy barbarian teenager carrying a battle axe, by Tim Hildebrandt, slim redhead warrior women with freckles, in style of mike savad”, , sergey zabelin, cavewoman, luis ricardo falero, portrait, style of tim hildebrandt, retro and fantasy style, tom bagshaw and sabbas apterus, hercules, david a, manowar album cover
Prompt: Futuristic tourist town on an alien world, beach scene if designed in the 1970's. Stephen Hillenburg Kelly Freas renaissance painting romanticism oil on canvas colorful complex detailed ethereal hyperdetailed holographic infinity light dust fantasy sci-fi dystopian futuristic retrofuturism
Prompt: Singular masterpiece digital painting depicting: [[a bony male youth wearing tattered and decrepit clothes that once were fine quality, sitting tailor fashion underneath a sky filled with tiny floating human skulls.]]
Prompt: Cinematic ultra-realistic scene inside a large glass jar with a cork lid. An old wooden ship with white sails sails over a rough sea under a dramatic sky filled with dense clouds and golden sunset lighting. The camera captures the scene from a dynamic angle, with strong depth of field and realistic light reflections on the glass. Beneath the surface, a shark swims among vibrant coral reefs, with light particles filtering through the crystal-clear water. The atmosphere is epic and magical, with warm and cool tones contrasting in a cinematic style. Ultra-realistic. Darkness image
Ambient. Vivid and cinematic colors in high-contrast. Detailed, dramatic, and surreal image.
The composition rendered
Prompt: (A masterpiece of unparalleled excellence), ((Floating island paradise; a vibrant, surreal landscape with an ethereal, dreamlike quality. Grand, majestic mountains form a backdrop to a lush, verdant island suspended in mid-air. A waterfall cascades dramatically from the island's edge, creating a powerful visual element. Two figures, silhouetted against the light, walk along a path formed by piano keys, leading to the island. Warm golden hues and soft blues characterize the sunrise/sunset sky, blending seamlessly with clouds of varying shades. Landscape of rolling hills and a winding river is visible beneath the floating island, adding depth and dimension. Detailed, realistic depictions of nature, plants, and trees are interwoven across the scene; vibrant greens, blues, and earthy tones dominate the palette. Soft, diffused lighting accentuates the textures, giving the image a sense of tranquility and serenity. Perspective is consistent with a wide-angle, panoramic view, capturing the vastness of the environment. The composition is balanced, with the island as a central focal point, drawing the viewer into the dreamlike atmosphere. Features suggest a fantasy or magical realism style, blending the natural world with a sense of wonder and the surreal.
Prompt: Create a watercolor illustration featuring a silhouette of a mother and boy child reunion in heaven embracing in a tender moment. The mother, depicted on the right, has long, flowing black hair styled elegantly, showcasing a gentle and nurturing presence. She leans slightly towards the child, who stands on the left, with a joyful expression. The boy child has short hair and is reaching up to touch the mother’s face, symbolizing love and connection.
The background is a soft gradient of warm colors, transitioning from peach to soft yellow, creating a serene and heartwarming atmosphere. In the foreground, the silhouettes of the figures are layered against delicate floral elements in pinks, yellows, and greens, enhancing the emotional depth of the scene. The text “Happy Mother’s Day” is artistically scripted in a flowing style near the bottom right, complementing the overall composition of the image. background soft froggy
Prompt: She walks with quiet confidence—grace in every step, eyes that hold stories, and a smile that disarms even the most guarded heart. Her features are striking: luminous skin that seems to catch the light just right, high cheekbones that frame her expressive eyes—deep, alluring, and full of mystery. Her lips, full and soft, curve into a smile that suggests she knows exactly what she wants.
Her body is a harmony of strength and softness—curves in all the right places, moving with effortless rhythm. But it’s not just her looks that captivate—it’s the way she carries herself. There’s intelligence in her gaze, wit in her words, and fire in her presence. She doesn’t just turn heads—she holds attention.
Her beauty isn't just visual—it's in her voice, the way she laughs, the passion in her conversations, the way she lights up a room without even trying. She’s not just sexy—she’s magnetic.
Prompt: Wildflowers by a tumbledown barn, blue sky, white clouds, no people, no faces, no hearts, one sun, patchwork in the style of Catrin Welz-Stein, Laurel Burch, Randolph Caldecott, and Picasso.
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.