Prompt: a colorized portrait photograph of President Abraham Lincoln in the style of Mathew Brady, seated in deep thought, looking slightly down, deep sadness, pondering, his top hat and white gloves on the small table beside his chair, wisdom, melancholy, ultra realistic, historically accurate
Prompt: Generate an image bursting with vibrant colors and gradients, forming an abstract and visually striking composition. The colors should blend, conveying a sense of movement and energy.
Prompt: The god Neptune in a sea chariot pulled by great white sharks, heroic, colorful, handsome, mythological, fantasy, in the style of Boris, Frazetta, Whelan.
Prompt: sunny day in Capri, Italy during late April, Hotel Punta Tragara overlooking the sea, idyllic, landscape, flowers, relaxing, melancholy, beautiful, colorful, relaxing
Prompt: Book cover art, Italian assassin hunting his target in the ruins of the Roman Forum in Rome, Italy, dark hair, trench coat, pistol with silencer, dramatic, mystery, adventure
Prompt: fantasy art in the stayle of artist Lake Hurwitz, handsome male warrior with a lion companion in e jungle wildernesss with an ancient temple ruin. Dramatic, heroic, epic.
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Prompt: The autumn trees are half air. They fissure the rainy sky; you could count the leaves, pare
time
defined as that which,
no matter how barely, exceeds
what the eye could grasp in a glance;
intricate woods opening out before a body of water edged
with a swatch of meadow
Prompt: When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Prompt: Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight; Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out the sun; Go thou, my incense, upward from this hearth, And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
Prompt: There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Prompt: Stunning interior of a vast domed gothic cathedral, light and shadow, large stained glass windows, intricate veined marble floors, tall columns, intricate carvings, marble statues, a young man in solemn prayer
Prompt: In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.
Prompt: vortex of dreams, swirling in a polychromatic vibrant mist, etched, aged copper, dark and light shadowing, ethereal, fantasy, beautiful, melancholy, exquisite, movement, emotion, sadness.
Prompt: Take a trip inside of my mind
But remember that you will find memories
Broken, and wonderful, and messy.
These recollections will tell you who I am
They say where I came from
fears,
dreams,
hopes
Prompt: A single image. Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves.
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me
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.
