Prompt: A painting by Eugène Delacroix, depicting a captivating and surreal scene where a man and a woman are captured in a bedroom engulfed by intense flames. Emphasize the dramatic contrast between their figures and the fiery chaos surrounding them, with vivid and dreamlike colors to enhance the overall impact.
Prompt: the scene I pictured was one of these beaches that are just made of rocks (I don't know if there's a word for that). Even though it appeared as if it was daytime... the sky was completely clouded, the darkest clouds you could imagine. As if a strong storm was just to break out. Waves came crashing violently against the rocks. I could see her, and behind her there was a lighthouse, doing all it could to warn ships about the rocks... even though it was so dark and cloudy it was hard to see anything. There was no fog though... I could see her. And I could see me. I was wearing this long, dark overcoat as if I were a sailor of sorts. She was wearing one of these old-fashioned plain housewife dresses. She was rather soaked. Her hair... which is brown-blondish in real life and has a certain glow... was all wet and messy and rather dark looking. Her eyes looked a bit distraught, her mouth slightly open... as if she wanted to say something but was out of words... or maybe something kept her from speaking. She was holding this giant, glowing ball of yellowish light... a stark contrast to the rest of the scene. I stood in front of her and told her "I'm taking back what's mine". She didn't say a word. I took the ball from her and she didn't oppose any resistance. She just looked a bit sad and confused.
Prompt: Wer kann schon sagen, was mit uns geschieht
Vielleicht stimmt es ja doch
Dass das Leben eine Prüfung ist
In der wir uns bewähren sollen
Nur wer sie mit Eins besteht
Darf in den Himmel kommen
Für den ganzen dreckigen Rest
Bleibt die Hölle der Wiedergeburt
Als Tourist auf Ibiza
Als Verkehrspolizist
Als ein Clown in einer Zirkusshow
Den keiner sehen will
Um diesem Schicksal zu entfliehen
Sollen wir uns redlich bemühen
Jeden Tag mit 'nem Gebet beginnen
An Stelle von Aspirin
Nur wer immer gleich zum Beichtstuhl rennt
Als wär' es ein Wettlauf
Und dort alle seine Sünden nennt
Der handelt einen Freispruch aus
Ich will nicht ins Paradies
Wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Ich stelle keinen Antrag auf Asyl
Meinetwegen bleib' ich hier
Wer Messer und Gabel richtig halten kann
Und beim Essen grade sitzt
Wer immer ja und danke sagt
Dessen Chancen stehen nicht schlecht
Wer sich brav in jede Reihe stellt
Mit geputzten Schuhen
Wer sein Schicksal mit Demut trägt
Dem winkt die Erlösung zu
Wir sollen zuhören und aufpassen
Tun, was man uns sagt
Unterordnen und nachmachen
Vom ersten bis zum letzten Tag
Immer schön nach den Regeln spielen
Die uns sie befohlen sind
Wie sie im Buch des Lebens stehen
In Ewigkeit Amen
Ich will nicht ins Paradies
Wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Wer weiß, ob es uns dort besser geht
Hinter dieser Tür
Ich will nicht ins Paradies
Wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Und bevor ich auf den Knien fleh'
Bleib' ich meinetwegen hier
Ich will nicht ins Paradies
Wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Wenn ich nicht rein darf, wie ich bin
Bleib' ich draußen vor der Tür
Ich will nicht ins Paradies
Wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Ich stelle keinen Antrag auf Asyl
Meinetwegen bleib' ich hier
Prompt: Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht gerad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Es gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab'n Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
Prompt: A beautiful but unsettling woman emerges from the shadows. She resembles Medusa, her hair made of twisting snakes that seem to move of their own accord, glistening like liquid stone. Her eyes, glowing faintly, carry an intense gaze that feels both alluring and dangerous. She stands on the edge of the river, her figure framed by the glowing orbs of light that hover around her. While her appearance is mesmerizing, there's an eerie aura to her presence, as if she exists on the precipice between beauty and terror. The peaceful, surreal landscape contrasts with the threat she subtly embodies, adding an extra layer of tension to the scene.
Prompt: A lone figure stands on a rugged path, illuminated by the dim light of early dawn. Behind him lies a trail marked by grit and sacrifice; his clothes are worn, his face etched with the exhaustion of countless trials. But his eyes hold a quiet strength, a recognition that he has given all he could to reach this point. A worn but familiar road stretches into the distance before him, a reminder of the path yet to be traveled. The man knows he must keep going, but now with a sharper wisdom—he understands the power of knowing one’s limits, and the importance of renewing himself for the journey ahead.
Around him, a breeze stirs, whispering promises of resilience, as if nature itself acknowledges his strength. With a deep breath, he takes his first step forward, the dawn of a new resolve.
Prompt: Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're what's happening
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're an ice machine
We see people, brand-new people
They're something to see
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
Oh, isn't it wild?
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're walking through town
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We walk like a ghost
We learn dances, brand-new dances
Like the nuclear bomb
When we're nightclubbing, bright-white clubbing
Oh, isn't it wild?
beautiful woman, shining diamonds, red candles; full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; Speedpaint with large brush strokes ; drip painting; paint splashes; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors; no sign, no watermark, no extra woman, no extra man
Prompt: an artist is working in the studio, holding a palette with paints, there is an easel with a hellish portrait, and a model of the European type is sitting, draped in tight leather, shimmering in the light of many red candles, elegant extremely detailed fantasy 8k very attractive beautiful award winning Daniel Merriam Jessica Rossier Inna Bebrisa full-length
Prompt: Passionate lovers by Jean-Baptiste Monge, Todd Lockwood, Olivier Ponsonnet, fine art, Alex Alemany, Abel Chan Arce, Alexander Jansson, Heather Rooney, Kim Jung Gi, Ismail Inceoglu, Grzegorz Przybyś, Shepard Fairey, PixIV, accurate features, incredibly detailed, hyperrealistic, WLOP, Scenic beautiful gorgeous, a masterpiece, intricate, high quality,
Prompt: Imagine a moonlit Transylvanian castle where Count Dracula and his ethereal bride stand on a balcony, their love both enchanting and unsettling. Dracula, with his aristocratic charm, gazes deeply into his bride's eyes, while she, with her pale beauty and a hint of something otherworldly, smiles in a way that sends shivers down your spine. The castle's turrets rise like dark spires, and the bats above them seem to dance in a haunting waltz. Capture the mesmerizing yet eerie romance of this legendary vampire couple as they exist in their chilling, gothic realm.
Prompt: An image that blends the serene beauty of a baby in the womb with the mysterious and awe-inspiring cosmic effects of the universe, creating a surreal and mesmerizing visual experience. Galaxies, stars, and nebulae. The colors should be vivid and the overall ambiance should feel both mysterious and enchanting.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a woman with an immense heart resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human heart.
Prompt: Create a portrait of a woman with a sharp, intelligent gaze, embodying both intellect and warmth. Her expression radiates kindness and emotional insight, paired with an air of quiet confidence. She is dressed in a way that suggests sophistication and approachability, standing in a serene, natural setting—perhaps a glowing sunset or a cozy study filled with books and soft light. Her posture and demeanor exude strength and gentleness, as if she carries both wisdom and the joy of life's imperfections. She should evoke the sense of a soulmate: someone who inspires, nurtures, and understands on a deeply profound level.
Autumnal scene encapsulating youthful dreams, Pino Daeni inspired figures basking in mellow sunlight amidst fallen leaves, Jos de May's surreal proportions adding whimsy, soft pastel palette, serene atmosphere, nostalgic warmth, textured brushwork, golden hour illumination, digital painting, ultra fine details
Prompt: You’re not going to change him by preaching. Don’t bring him a system—show him a soul. He’s not drawn to dogma, he’s drawn to depth. He respects sincerity and courage more than certainty. If you want him to even consider your faith, you need to live it so vividly, so beautifully, that he chooses to understand it. Not out of guilt. Not out of fear. But out of admiration.
He doesn’t want to be saved. He wants to see if there’s something sacred about being human.
And if you can’t make peace with the parts of him that resist—his rebellion, his intellect, his grief, his suspicion of power—then you won’t reach him. He won’t fake belief to please you. He’s already been burned by that kind of performance. But if you love him without trying to fix him, then maybe—maybe—he’ll open the door to understanding you more than you expected.
Prompt: A hauntingly surreal image of a skeleton blues player performing under the glow of a full moon in an eerie graveyard. The skeleton sits on a weathered tombstone, dressed in a tattered old suit and hat, its hollow eyes fixed downward, lost in the music as it strums an aged guitar. Around him, gnarled, leafless trees cast jagged shadows over the crooked, decaying gravestones scattered throughout the graveyard. Wisps of mist drift around the skeleton’s feet, illuminated by the cold, ghostly moonlight. In the background, faint silhouettes and dimly glowing spirits hover, adding an ethereal, otherworldly presence to the scene. The entire atmosphere is eerie yet soulful, as though the skeleton is playing a lament for the departed.
Prompt: Imagine a fantastical, dreamlike painting of two lovers standing on the surface of a gigantic, luminous brain, surrounded by swirling clouds of thoughts and memories. The brain's glowing folds and neurons pulsate with an ethereal light, as if infused with the essence of their love. The lovers, entwined in a tender embrace, gaze out at the shimmering cosmos above, where constellations form patterns that mirror the neural pathways of the brain.
Prompt: The ethereal Kingdom of Heaven, where Love reigns supreme, envisioned as a masterpiece of fine art. Drawing inspiration from the intricate styles of Jean-Baptiste Monge, Todd Lockwood, Olivier Ponsonnet, and Alex Alemany, blended with the hyperrealistic precision of Heather Rooney, Kim Jung Gi, and Ismail Inceoglu. A breathtakingly scenic, gorgeously detailed, and intricately designed portrayal that embodies the artistic elegance of WLOP, Alexander Jansson, and Abel Chan Arce. Vibrant, atmospheric, and meticulously crafted, with the stylistic richness of Grzegorz Przybyś, Shepard Fairey, and PixIV. A stunning work of art, bursting with beauty and emotion, evoking the grandeur of love and divine splendor.
Prompt: In a future where humanity has evolved to possess the cognitive abilities of artificial intelligence, society faces a pivotal question: how do we retain the essence of what makes us human? As individuals harness newfound powers of understanding, empathy, and creativity, they must navigate the complexities of their relationships. Amidst the potential for unprecedented advancements, the true challenge lies in preserving love in all its forms—romantic, familial, and platonic. Explore a world where love becomes the cornerstone of this evolution, fueling connections that transcend the boundaries of knowledge and logic. How do people express love in this transformed society? What role does love play in their decisions, innovations, and collective future? Write a story or reflection that delves into the heart of humanity, illustrating how love guides individuals through the challenges and wonders of their new existence.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: ((beautiful face woman of ((full body)) , short dress Klimt style, side, to the corner, covered in mud, scars, extremely detailed, in one ((post-apocalyptic village)). Several red moons. Raindrops. flowers, wet, sunset, lake jellyfish, dry trees, roots in the mouth, lake with red water.style Gustave Moreau, Waterhouse
Prompt: A traditional painting in a surrealism style, reminiscent of Kafka, Mœbius, and Escher. A male rebel rides a mechanical, rusted-out typewriter-beast across a collapsing bureaucratic landscape. His cloak and scarf trail behind him, and he’s smiling wildly as he lights a Molotov cocktail with a match made from a broken ruler. Around him, papers swirl like leaves in a storm, desks crawl, and gravity-defying stairs twist into impossible loops. Above, a giant red sky-eye watches as a glowing banner reads: “Form 1088-D: Rejection of Fate.” The color palette is bold and chaotic, with deep oranges, cobalt blues, and gritty textures. The mood is surreal anarchy — absurdism as liberation.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
Prompt: "He was not a gentle man. He was a storm wrapped in flesh, a beast carved from war and hardship. Where he walked, the ground seemed to tremble; where he stood, men thought twice before stepping closer. He did not speak idly, did not waste time on empty kindness—but when he loved, he loved with the force of a thousand battles won.
She was not afraid of him. Others saw the fire in his eyes and recoiled; she reached for it, unflinching. Others whispered of his fury; she had felt the steady, unshakable hands that could break bones yet held her like something sacred.
He would destroy for her. He would burn for her. He would become the monster they feared—but only to shield what he cherished. And when the world turned against him, when enemies rose, when shadows crept in—he did not falter. Because a monster does not beg for peace. A monster fights for it. And she was the only thing in this world worth fighting for
"Featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: The meadow stretches endlessly, a sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the whisper of a breeze. The late afternoon sun dips low, casting long, golden shadows that dance across the earth. The scent of lavender and freshly turned soil lingers in the air, blending with the faint hum of cicadas. At the heart of the field, a young man stands beside an aged oak, its sprawling branches draped with moss like nature's tapestry. His posture is poised yet unguarded, a canvas satchel resting against his hip.
In his hand, he holds a folded map—edges worn and creased by years of use, its markings faded but still legible. The map flutters slightly as if eager to escape, but his grip is firm, confident. His auburn hair glows in the sunlight, tousled by the wind, and his eyes gleam with determination and wonder. At his feet lies a compass, its needle steady, pointing somewhere far and unseen.
He kneels, tucking the map into his bag, and picks up the compass with reverence. With one last glance at the oak, as if drawing strength from its timeless presence, he steps forward, his boots brushing past delicate blooms that lean into his stride. The meadow's edge leads to a dense, mist-laden forest, its towering pines and ancient ferns obscuring the horizon.
As he enters, the air grows cooler, tinged with the earthy aroma of moss and bark. Light filters through the canopy in fractured beams, dappling the path ahead in an ever-changing mosaic. Each step echoes softly, a quiet melody of boots on damp soil and the occasional snap of a twig. He smiles, not knowing what lies ahead but savoring the thrill of the unknown.
The forest stretches onward, an intricate labyrinth of mystery and promise. Above him, the sky shifts, stars beginning to pierce the deepening blue. He doesn’t glance back; his journey is forward. In his heart, he carries an unspoken truth: it is not the destination but the courage to embark that defines a soul.
Prompt: A shadowy, foreboding castle looms under the ominous glow of a blood-red moon, its windows radiating an unnatural light. The air is thick with mist, and bats swoop and swirl against the night sky. In the hazy distance, the ghostly visage of a woman with glowing, piercing eyes emerges, her presence emanating an aura of ancient sorcery. The scene feels alive with an unearthly tension, as though faint whispers and sinister laughter echo just beyond the edge of hearing.
Speedpaint with large brush strokes ; drip painting; paint splashes; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors; no sign, no watermark, no extra woman, no extra man
Prompt: Create a surreal scene featuring a colossal, distorted eye at the center, surrounded by an array of melting clocks draped over whimsical, elongated branches. The background should be a dreamlike landscape, with a vast desert under a twilight sky filled with swirling clouds. Incorporate bizarre creatures emerging from the sand, such as a giraffe with a long neck that twists and turns like a spiraling staircase. Use vivid colors and fluid forms to capture the essence of a dream, emphasizing the uncanny and the surreal, reminiscent of Salvador Dalí’s unique artistic style.
Prompt: I am a passenger
And I ride, and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Oh, stars made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the silent hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Prompt: Capture the surreal essence of Salvador Dalí's artistic style in a depiction of the fusion between the human brain and machines. Create a dreamlike landscape where melting clocks and distorted, otherworldly figures coexist with intricate mechanical components. The scene should evoke a sense of profound, subconscious connection between the human mind and the world of machinery, with Dalí's signature blend of realism and absurdity. Let the colors and forms meld and flow in a way that blurs the boundary between the organic and the mechanical, inviting viewers to explore the depths of the human-machine relationship in a truly surreal fashion.
Prompt: art by Karl Valente, gorgeous woman, a charming street, a garden, an ultra hd detailed painting, digital art, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, bright, beautiful, splash, Glittering, cute and adorable, filigree, rim lighting, lights, extremely, magic, surreal, fantasy, digital art, wlop, artgerm and james jean, 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
Prompt: In a world balanced on the edge of reality and dream, two lovers stand intertwined, a testament to resilience and unity. Before them rises a grand castle, constructed from the very bricks once hurled as obstacles. Each brick, chiseled and imperfect, tells a story of hardship, yet together they build a towering symbol of endurance and strength.
The scene unfolds in two parts. By day, a tempest swirls in the sky, symbolizing life’s battles and storms, casting shadows over the rugged landscape. Broken pieces of earth and jagged bricks float as if caught in a perpetual whirlwind, a chaotic reminder of trials faced and wounds healed. The wind roars, but amid this clash of elements, the castle stands defiant, its walls sturdy and unyielding.
As dusk falls, the battlefield transforms. Darkness melts into a dreamscape where cool twilight hues soften the once-stormy skies. A soft glow surrounds the lovers, their embrace illuminated in a gentle, ethereal light that contrasts with the harshness of the day. In this quiet night, every brick glows faintly, pulsing with the essence of perseverance, and the castle, which seemed formidable in daylight, now becomes almost translucent, otherworldly.
Around them, the world is painted in a palette of serene blues, purples, and silvers—a peaceful sanctuary born from trials. The lovers close their eyes, as though savoring this moment of triumph over life’s adversities, basking in a calm forged from their unyielding love and strength. The air hums with a quiet magic, a reminder that through resilience and love, even life’s darkest challenges can be transformed into something beautiful, something eternal.
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.
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