Prompt: beautiful alien girl from the hollow earth, symmetrical face, soft skin, sharp eyes, underground background, the center of the earth, otherworldly, extraterrestrial, alien
Prompt: An arcade abandoned, once filled with delight,
Now silent, dark, and devoid of light,
Games once played, now gather dust,
A relic of memories, lost and thrust.
The flashing lights, now faded and dim,
Echoes of laughter, now a distant hymn,
The carousel of sounds, now silenced still,
A nostalgic echo, a bittersweet thrill.
The ghosts of players, young and old,
Once sought adventure, stories untold,
Now haunt the arcade's empty space,
A reminder of time's relentless chase.
But in its stillness, a whisper remains,
A whisper of joy, that nothing can restrain,
For in the abandoned arcade's quiet repose,
Lives a legacy that forever glows.
Prompt: Graceful in the ocean's sway,
A wonder in its own unique way,
With slender form and curving tail,
A seahorse glides, a majestic sail.
Its skin adorned with hues so bright,
Camouflaged to blend just right,
A master of disguise, a natural art,
In vibrant shades, a work of heart.
With eyes that move independently,
Surveying the world with keen scrutiny,
A curious creature, small but wise,
Inquisitive gaze, it never denies.
A gentle creature, a loving heart,
As males carry eggs, a vital part,
Nurturing life in a special way,
A father's care, day by day.
A symbol of grace, a marvel of the seas,
A reminder of nature's mysteries,
The seahorse, a jewel of the deep,
A treasure to cherish, a secret to keep.
Prompt: In the dark of night, a shadow looms,
A presence eerie, shrouded in gloom.
A house haunted, a mystery to solve,
Supernatural forces, a riddle to resolve.
A family trapped, in fear's tight grip,
A paranormal tale, a chilling trip.
With crosses drawn and prayers recited,
Ghostly encounters, uninvited.
Doors creak, footsteps echo loud,
Objects move, spirits unbowed.
Whispers whisper, voices call,
Unseen hands, a spectral sprawl.
A team of experts, brave and bold,
Unveiling secrets, stories untold.
Conjuring courage, facing the unknown,
Battling darkness, step by step, alone.
With faith and fear, a battle waged,
Against malevolent forces, uncaged.
A fight for souls, a struggle dire,
In the realm of spirits, a blazing fire.
The Conjuring, a tale of fright,
Of spectral terrors, in the dead of night.
A test of faith, a quest for truth,
A haunting tale, of fear and sleuth.
Prompt: In a tank of glass, beneath the sea,
Lives a mermaid, graceful and free.
Her tail of shimmering scales, so bright,
Glistens in the aquamarine light.
With flowing hair, like seaweed green,
She's a mesmerizing sight to be seen.
Her voice like a siren's song, so sweet,
Drawing sailors near with every beat.
Her eyes, a hue of emerald green,
Hold secrets of the ocean, unseen.
She longs for the waves, the salty spray,
To swim in freedom, night and day.
But trapped in a tank, she cannot roam,
Her heart aches for the open foam.
Her fins once agile, now confined,
Her spirit yearns to be unconfined.
Her beauty draws crowds, far and wide,
Admired by many, her fame worldwide.
But deep down, she longs to break free,
To return to the ocean, her true decree.
Her eyes filled with sadness, her heart with pain,
As she gazes beyond, the glassy pane.
Dreaming of waves, and endless blue,
A life of captivity, she must undo.
Her yearning heart beats with a song,
Of freedom, love, where she belongs.
She dreams of a world, wild and vast,
Where she can swim, forever to last.
The mermaid in the tank, a tale of plight,
Prompt: The Crawling Demon, vile and black,
Creeps along the moonlit track.
With eyes that gleam with malice bright,
It stalks the shadows of the night.
Its limbs contorted, twisted, long,
Its movements slow, deliberate, wrong.
Its monstrous form, a ghastly sight,
Bringing terror with each step of fright.
Its maw a pit of endless hunger,
Its voice a discordant, eerie thunder.
It preys on souls, both weak and strong,
Feasting on innocence all night long.
But fear not, for there is hope,
Against the Demon, one can cope.
With courage bold and weapons keen,
The Crawling Demon can be defeated, seen.
So stand your ground, do not back down,
Banish fear and wear the crown,
For in the face of darkness' might,
There shines a beacon of eternal light.
Prompt: Beneath the night's dark, twinkling dome,
A child gazes up, feeling at home,
Amidst the stars, a celestial dance,
A cosmic symphony, a cosmic trance.
Each little twinkle, a world so bright,
Filling the child with wonder and delight,
Like precious gems, they light up the sky,
Guiding the way, as the child wonders why.
With eyes aglow, and heart aflight,
Lost in the vastness of the starry night,
A dream takes shape, a wish takes form,
As the child embraces the sky's celestial norm.
For in the darkness, the stars still gleam,
A beacon of hope, a timeless theme,
They whisper of mysteries, yet to unfold,
A story of wonders, yet to be told.
So the child dreams, and hopes take flight,
Bathed in the starlight's gentle light,
For in the vastness of the universe's seams,
A child finds solace in starlight dreams.
Prompt: Moon rocks, celestial gems,
Gifts from beyond, moon's diadems,
Treasures from a lunar realm,
A glimpse of space's cosmic helm.
Silent witnesses, ages old,
Stories written, yet untold,
Craters, plains, and rocky peaks,
Holding secrets that science seeks.
A marvel of lunar history,
A symbol of human's grandest victory,
Moon rocks, rare and precious find,
Mysteries waiting to unwind.
Prompt: A glimmer in the rushing stream,
A treasure gleaming, like a dream.
A nugget of gold, so pure and bright,
A precious find, in the golden light.
A gift from nature's hidden store,
A treasure trove, forevermore.
Formed by time, and earth's embrace,
A precious jewel, in a secret place.
A symbol of wealth, and precious worth,
A prized possession, of infinite girth.
A nugget of gold, a rare delight,
A shimmering prize, in the morning light.
A reminder of nature's wonders, untold,
A treasure found, with stories bold.
A precious nugget, in hand to hold,
A precious treasure, worth its weight in gold.
Prompt: mixpnk style, closeup a lovely crystal embellished Steampunk cat in the style of Ron English and Pixel Pancho, scifi, futuristic, utopian, machine body parts, wires, circuits, highly detailed, octane render, cinematic, ayami kojima, karol bak, greg hildebrandt, and mark brooks, hauntingly surreal, gothic, highly detailed and intricate, rich deep colors., sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality model
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.