Prompt: Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. A night scene. A giant whitehead Lady-Creature walking on a softly glowing white street in a white curly-whirly Trauma-Tendrils-City, slim Tendrils slim Tendrils slim filigree buildings designed and built by artist H R Giger.
Prompt: Meeting a Stranger,
I see you in my dreams, beautiful and graceful,
You walk with elegance, lost in thought,
A sweet smile with a mystery hidden in your eyes.
Majestically, you emerge from the mist,
My imagination knows no end,
You pass by, barely aware of my presence,
"What is your name, beautiful being?" I ask in awe.
"Present!" – you reply,
And vanish, leaving me with a dream of you.
Prompt: A ghostly woman with a pumpkin head. Long purple hair falls down her back. Her face contorted in a grimace of a smile and candles burn in her eyes. She runs through a field with a bag of sweets that is holey and candy falls out.
Prompt: Against the wooden wall of a wooden barn.
A woman sits on a wooden bench and churns butter in a cup.
On the wooden bench lies a cat who is sleeping.
Daisies are growing by the wooden bench on the right.
A dog is sleeping by the wooden bench on the left.
The weather is beautifully sunny.
Prompt: A woman with an umbrella painted in crayon.
She is walking in the park on an autumn day.
Her golden skin sun-kissed.
And in her soul with a smile a lazy man wakes up.
Memories of a delightful intoxicating night.
Echoes play when you look into her eyes.
She smiles sweetly, sensually.
Because she doesn't remember everything but vaguely.
She listens to the rustling sound the leaves make underfoot.
Prompt: I have such a magical place on Earth,
Where I would like to spend the rest of my days.
Where the present intertwines with the past,
Creating the delicate fabric of the future.
It's a house made of oak wood built,
With a terrace large, a wooden table.
A rocking chair where dreams come true,
And all this on the shores of the lake.
When the evening sun over the horizon descends,
I sit in the armchair, rocking, listening to the sound of the lake.
At my feet sleeps the wolf, my faithful companion,
And swallows over the taffrail circle.
Prompt: Kairos' opponent
He stands on the edge of empty time,
An old man with eyes blind to hope.
With hair tangled, an eternal shadow,
Whose belated moments stitch.
His hands clenched in grief,
No longer grasp the chances long gone.
Each hour, like the wings of a dead bird,
Extinguished, though he once still believed in it.
Grey robes, of woven memories,
Wrapping him in the weight of a too-late choice.
He came too late to the gate of fate,
And the future has already departed in the glow of the day of leek.
Prompt: I love to give you pleasure,
Then your eyes become dreamy, so happy.
Your laughter sounds like a golden bell, pure and light,
And your whisper - sensual, echoes
Of a thousand colors in my soul.
Every note, every word nudges the strings of my feelings,
Like a harpist, you gently move the heart.
You are an artist, beautiful and proud,
Who knows perfectly how to play me.
Your touch, your caresses - they are a symphony on the piano,
I surrender to them, like a leaf in the wind,
On a warm autumn day, I float,
Entwined in the music of your love.
Prompt: Like splitting atoms.
Bent by the wave of positive ions.
In fractals mystical power.
Protons gigantic speed.
A well of time torn apart by gravity.
A mirror composed of a billion points.
The forces of the universe create something extraordinary.
In a moment you will see something completely new.
These powers take the form of a woman.
She will establish her parity.
A proud beautiful Goddess of chaos.
Your paths of destiny may depend on her.
Prompt: Fingers walk across the keyboard by themselves.
They happily jump from key to key.
But after a few hours they sit down out of fatigue.
They gasp in pain and tremble all over.
Prompt: Amidst sweet thoughts in a thousand shades,
Hides the one, unknown to anyone.
Protected like a treasure, like the dearest flower,
Watered with feelings that shine brightly.
When it blooms in the fullness of its beautiful glory,
You feel it fill your soul with warmth.
The moment comes to pluck it and show it to the world,
But you cannot - for it is yours alone.
You hide it in the shadows, cover it with dreams,
You walk away with doubts, full of anxiety.
But the time will come when you will open your heart,
And you will dance with joy, free in her glow.
Prompt: A young woman on a space motorbike, instead of wheels she has gravity motors. She flies through space wearing only a bikini without a spacesuit and has a futuristic oxygen apparatus on. She rushes at the sun through the solar corona, avoiding matter eruptions. The warm colours of the sun and matter. Boris Vallejo art style.
Prompt: create an image of a white spotted cattleya orchid in a ming green vintage vase. Alphonse Mucha Art deco Ming green vase standing on an ornate wrought iron plant stand.
Prompt: Demetrious Dawlink, what are you doing here? Same Halloween vampire, with a small white mouse on the shoulder, image in the style of Tim Burton and Arthur Rackham.
Landscape, spring, rapeseed fields, farm houses, stormy clouds, sunlite, art van Gogh
Model:
Artistic 2
Size:
1256 X 816
(1.02 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Landscape curved path, spring, wildflower, stormy clouds, big warm sunlit, heart in sheap medow, walkers on the part, farmhouse in the background, rapeseed fields, birds at the sky, a hare on the way, an asparagus field, land veicle on the path, art van Gogh, serene and abstract painting with soft washed out colours
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.
