Prompt: Figure: A gaunt, feral man, his features distorted into a wolf-like mask. His eyes, glowing red like embers, are sharp and predatory. His mouth is a wide, toothy grin, revealing elongated canines.
Attire: He is clad in a tattered, blood-stained robe, once perhaps a garment of grandeur. The fabric hangs in shreds, revealing his lean, muscular frame. A worn leather belt is cinched around his waist, holding a crudely fashioned dagger.
Pose: He stands with his legs spread wide, a stance that suggests both aggression and a primal sense of freedom. His hands are clenched into fists, the knuckles white with tension.
Setting: The man is surrounded by a chaotic, war-torn landscape. The sky is a fiery red, reflecting the blood-soaked earth and the smoldering ruins of buildings.
Overall Impression: The image should evoke a sense of raw power, primal instinct, and relentless aggression. The monochromatic red palette intensifies the feeling of danger and violence, creating a visually striking and haunting portrait.
Prompt: A lush, vibrant forest, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent fungi. Towering trees with intricate bark patterns reach towards a sky obscured by a dense canopy of leaves. A winding path leads deeper into the woods, disappearing into the mist. Strange, otherworldly creatures lurk in the shadows, their eyes glowing with an eerie light. The air is filled with the sound of trickling water and the distant rustling of leaves. A sense of mystery and wonder pervades the scene.
Prompt: Verse 1:
She walks alone in the moonlit night,
Her footsteps echoing in the pale light.
The trees cast long, dancing shadows,
As she makes her way through the moonlit meadows.
Verse 2:
Firebugs light her path,
Their flames flicker and dance in the night's wrath.
She moves with a grace, a silent stride,
A mysterious figure, nowhere to hide.
Verse 3:
Her eyes are like stars, shining bright,
Reflecting the moon's gentle light.
She moves with a purpose, a hidden desire,
A secret she carries, a burning fire.
Verse 4:
The shadows whisper, the trees sway,
As she moves closer, day by day.
Her footsteps lead her to a hidden place,
Where she will unveil her mysterious face.
Prompt: Dance of crows, a lady in the dynamic dance pose in her gothic dress that has a pattern of black roses on, night time, black ink ((full figure visible from head to feet))
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.