Prompt: The moon’s ridin’ high o’er the ponderosa pines, Silver on the needles, gold in the mines. I’m callin’ for a shadow that slipped from my sight, My black cat’s gone wanderin’ into the night. Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ The wind through the branches whispers your name, Like a ghost from the timbers, soft and tame. Tracks in the dust by the mine’s dark door, Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ dancin’ with spirits , Chasin’ moths by the graveyard light. Or curled in the hay where the barn owls dream, the howl and the miner’s seam. Oh, black cat, black cat, come back home, Leave that gold-vein hill . The lantern’s lit and the cider’s warm-- the break of dawn. The moon rides high o’er the ponderosa pines, the lost ghost shines.
Prompt: Gothic/victorian haunted house on the hill, a full moon rises and the leaves are red, orange and yellow and falling from the trees. An iron rod fence surrounds the property at the base of the hill and a cemetery can be seen on a distant hill in the background. Cloud wisps float across the sky faintly looking like spirit astral projections.
Whimsical Vintage Photo of Ghosts in the Halloween Woods
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Vintage photograph of physical oddities, human freaks, crylian photography, ghost images, daguerre type, side show horror, vague ghost images, deep depth, long dark vignette, scarry tableau.
Prompt: The moon’s ridin’ high o’er the ponderosa pines, Silver on the needles, gold in the mines. I’m callin’ for a shadow that slipped from my sight, My black cat’s gone wanderin’ into the night. Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ The wind through the branches whispers your name, Like a ghost from the timbers, soft and tame. Tracks in the dust by the mine’s dark door, Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ dancin’ with spirits , Chasin’ moths by the graveyard light. Or curled in the hay where the barn owls dream, the howl and the miner’s seam. Oh, black cat, black cat, come back home, Leave that gold-vein hill . The lantern’s lit and the cider’s warm— the break of dawn. The moon rides high o’er the ponderosa pines, the lost ghost shines...
Prompt: The moon’s ridin’ high o’er the ponderosa pines, Silver on the needles, gold in the mines. I’m callin’ for a shadow that slipped from my sight, My black cat’s gone wanderin’ into the night. Oh, black cat, black cat, where did you roam? Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? Don’t let the cougar catch your song, Or the wolves start howlin’ before too long. The wind through the branches whispers your name, Like a ghost from the timbers, soft and tame. Tracks in the dust by the mine’s dark door, Say you passed this way but not no more. Oh, black cat, black cat, where did you roam? Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? Don’t let the cougar catch your song, Or the wolves start howlin’ before too long. Maybe you’re dancin’ with spirits tonight, Chasin’ moths by the graveyard light. Or curled in the hay where the barn owls dream, Safe from the howl and the miner’s seam. Oh, black cat, black cat, come back home, Leave that gold-vein hill alone. The lantern’s lit and the cider’s warm— Come back before the break of dawn. The moon rides high o’er the ponderosa pines, And I’m still searchin’ where the lost ghost shines...
Prompt: Vintage photograph of physical oddities, human freaks, crylian photography, ghost images, daguerre type, side show horror, vague ghost images, deep depth, long dark vignette, scarry tableau.
Prompt: Vintage photograph of physical oddities, human freaks, crylian photography, ghost images, daguerre type, side show horror, vague ghost images, deep depth, long dark vignette, scarry tableau. With a black cat. Black cat. Cat. Black and white old photograph degraded, riped, wrinkled, torn
Prompt: A muted color pallet showing an assortment of translucent bodied monsters with clear meat and angry vegetation limbs, featuring terrorized faces, somber expressions, and restrictive accessories, creating a chaotic atmosphere, with a bit of sinister creeping around the edges. unnaturally long legs, boney fingers, sharp yellow teeth. all spawning in a midcentury underground living room space adjacent to a laboratory full of glassware and high power radio equipment
Prompt: halloween explosion, kitschy, plasticine, surreal, big eyed children, giant wigs, monsters with too many teeth, transindental meditation, bright cold sunny day
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.
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.
