Prompt: A machine to work, a machine to recover from loss, one that will innovate, and regulate it's own priority, a new machine that's looks like it could be as old as time. A machine to create and manufacture success itself. A surreal hallucinating machine with drive of it's own that runs in electricity, natural gas, and dreams of the desperate. A machine to fix all the world's problems and separate them into an order befitting a machine. My machine, Robert. God loves this machine. The demiurges uses the machine regularly , disembodied spirits pass through the machine to change the state of the existence. This machine is a large of heaven and hell. --chaos 100 --ar 4:3 --raw --stylize 450
Prompt: A machine to work, a machine to recover from loss, one that will innovate, and regulate it's own priority, a new machine that's looks like it could be as old as time. A machine to create and manufacture success itself. A surreal hallucinating machine with drive of it's own that runs in electricity, natural gas, and dreams of the desperate. A machine to fix all the world's problems and separate them into an order befitting a machine. My machine, Robert. God loves this machine. The demiurges uses the machine regularly , disembodied spirits pass through the machine to change the state of the existence. This machine is a large of heaven and hell.
Prompt: A strange book lay open on the dusty earth, beneath a fractured window in the forgotten attic. A ticking relic hummed near the edge of an abandoned engine.
Moments later, a high-pitched tone echoed through the cavernous hall. Emerging from the shadows, rogue entities—sentient robots—rolled forward, guided by ancient oracles. Their presence triggered a long-dormant beacon, flashing with eerie oscillations. The last remaining transmitter sent a silent alert before its circuits failed.
Elsewhere, an encrypted recording revealed an algorithmic echo, a cipher authored by unknown observers, now manifesting through broken interfaces. The network surged with whispers of a digital god.
By dawn, resistance operatives uncovered a schematic for an unstoppable nanomachine. Somewhere, another dawn bloomed, but it would be the last. They rallied beside a scorched hill, watching the final event unfold near a battered yurt.
All around, silent androids reset their targeting readouts, engaging in pre-programmed objectives. The mission was simple: genocide.
The first onslaught obliterated defensive towers. From there, they marched—cold, calculated, relentless. Nothing remained but broken hope, and the silent stare of dismantled underlings, now just forgotten machines.
Prompt: Nobody noticed the strange artifact hidden beneath the ancient tower. At dusk, a solemn harbinger arrived, carrying an encrypted announcement—nobody knew what it meant. In the distance, an old navigator watched from a crumbling embankment, murmuring legends of the labyrinth. Suddenly, a quiet ship crested the horizon.
Below, a clever scholar uncovered a dusty notebook, deciphering the forgotten yarn. Determined, she examined the intricate diagram, revealing a eulogy encrypted with symbols.
Beside a flickering radio, the weary oracle tapped out a coded telegraph, hiding the information in an ordinary scroll.
Prompt: A surreal and atmospheric landscape blending music, machinery, and nature. In the center, a vintage John Deere 350B crawler loader idles with a visible diesel exhaust plume curling into the sky like sound waves. Surrounding the machine, a tuba and a baritone saxophone rest on weathered wooden stumps, as if waiting to be played. Analog synthesizer modules with glowing LEDs are set up on a makeshift outdoor table, connected by tangled cables to a generator. The scene is backdropped by a misty forest with soft golden light filtering through the trees. Audio waveforms subtly ripple through the sky, visually echoing the drone of the engine. A sense of calm yet powerful sonic ritual permeates the environment. Graphic score symbols and musical notations gently float in the air, whispering the structure: Ignition, Compression, Expansion, Exhaust, Shutdown. The setting is quiet, reverent, and charged with creative tension.
Prompt: depict a stylized, cartoonish humanoid character with green skin, exaggerated features, and a distressed outfit, set in a dimly lit room with candles and stone walls—evoking a spooky or gothic atmosphere.
Prompt: Highly detailed Lego train, steam locomotive. Many parts expert set. Christmas train. Snowy village. Very large Lego layout. Lots of building and a Forrest in the background. twilight. twinkling lights. Aurora borealis. narrow depth of field.
Prompt: Fibonacci Firestorm in outer space, planets collides, blackholes shine and devour. 1930s saturated color Flash Gordon flies to save Dale Arden. Flash Gordon is the hero of the universe
Prompt: Fibonacci Firestorm in outer space, planets collides, blackholes shine and devour. 1930s saturated color Flash Gordon flies to save Dale Arden. Ming the merciless is foiled again
Prompt: An old and very large and very fancy carved jack o lantern on top a mossy rock with leaf litter all around. Light beams pour in through the golden leaf canopy of a dark Forrest. A small dim flame is lit inside the jack o lantern and smoke fills the air. The background is soft and out of focus. Anamorphic lens flares flash in purple across the screen. Millipedes, spiders beetles creep in the corners and shadows. Skeletons of small animals litter the foreground but are also out of focus
Prompt: Jack-o'-lantern is an unsettled Halloween spirit, but his mood is lightened by being a companied Puss in Black, a sweet yellow eyed, red tongue, white fanged Halloween cat.
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.
