Prompt: A surreal figure, she is merged a part of the organic structure of an oyster mushroom. Her form echoes the elegant curvature of a stipe, with long ridges and furrows beneath a broad cap-like head, evoking the gills or lamellae of the mushroom. fungal spores fill the air like tiny puffs of mist Twisting mycelium roots weave through the undergrowth and stretch across natures surface, creating a mesmerizing visual interplay of shapes and textures. The figure appears to be part of this strange ecosystem, blurring the line between the human form and natural fungi. The scene exudes a sense of dreamlike mystery, with soft, undulating forms merging seamlessly into the environment, Blacklight Painting Style
Prompt: A magnificent Halloween ceremony in the mysterious circle of Stonehenge under a haunting full moon. Witching hour, dancing silhouettes, scary pumpkins, flying bats. The ancient stones are illuminated by a warm, flickering fire. Hints of purple in the sky.
All the magic of the universe placed in one night, in one place. By Jean-Baptiste Monge.
Prompt: Colorful sketch of a boy with messy short hair, detailed eyes and baggy jeans sitting on the Spanish Steps in Rome. The boy plays the guitar. Hyperrealistic and hyperdetailed elements, impressionistic masterpiece, color splatter and ink splatter techniques. 32K watercolor, in the background few people
Prompt: Oh, life, it's bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losin' my religion
Tryin' to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosin' my confessions
Tryin' to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now, I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losin' my religion
Tryin' to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream
Prompt: It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
So in the locker, she wanted to stay
Two, three, four, stick around, we'll tell you more
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop-op-op-op-op-op
She was afraid to come out in the open (bop-op-op)
And so, a blanket around her she wore (bop-op-op)
She was afraid to come out in the open (bop-op-op)
And so she sat, bundled up on the shore
Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
So in the blanket, she wanted to stay
Two, three, four, stick around, we'll tell you more
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop-op-op-op-op-op
Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op)
And I wonder what she's gonna do (bop-op-op)
Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op)
And the poor little girl's turning blue
Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
So in the water, she wanted to stay
From the locker to the blanket
From the blanket to the shore
From the shore to the water
Guess there isn't any more
Prompt: I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm, I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes (Nice guy)
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith
He, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose, he said
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
Prompt: Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear
And days of auld lang syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
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.
