Prompt: in the aftermath of chaos, in the ruins of despair, a frightened little girl, with tangled, dark hair,
tears streak her dirty face, a silent plea for grace, huddled in the corner, in this desolate space
her clothes, torn and tattered, bear the scars of war, as she clutches her salvation, a kitten, nothing more,
sunlight filters through the cracks, casting beams of hope, amidst the rubble and destruction, a fragile trope,
the painting, detailed and vivid, tells a tale untold, of innocence lost, of hearts grown cold,
warm colors paint the scene, a contrast to the gloom, emotional lighting captures the girl's quiet doom
Prompt: a man struck by shame, yet not beyond repair, seeking forgiveness in the tender light of care.
his gaze, downcast, avoids the mirror's eye, as if afraid of the truth it might imply, lines of sorrow etched upon his face, each one a mark of his disgrace, paint him with hues of gray and muted tone, a portrait of shame, felt deeply and alone, for in the canvas of his sorrowed art, lies the hope of a mended, contrite heart
Prompt: a serpent lurks, beneath the verdant scene, its gaze, a hypnotic swirl of emerald green,
with every flicker of its forked tongue, temptation weaves a melody, sweetly sung,
entwining hearts in a spell of desire, drawing them closer, fueling the fire,
in the jungle of life, where choices abound, the serpent of temptation can oft be found
Prompt: in the prison of her love, he finds his plight, chained to desires that burn through the night
capture the anguish, the pain untold, a portrait woven with love's bitter cold,
let the image speak of a heart's lament, of dreams shattered and hopes spent
Prompt: In the furnace of her fury, a tempest brews, her skin a cracked canvas, where molten lava ensues,
her eyes, twin flames, her fury's sheen, forge an image of this wrathful queen,
let her rage be palpable, in every fiery hue, a portrait of anger, fierce and true.
Prompt: o, sad clown, with tears unseen, your story tell, in hues of melancholy, let the colors swell, a canvas bare, yet filled with tales untold,
of shattered dreams and memories turned cold, weave a picture from this somber scene, capture the essence of the sadness unforeseen, in strokes of empathy, let the image bloom, a portrait of a heartache lost in the costume's gloom, prompt the pixels, let them dance with empathy's grace, in the canvas of cyberspace, let sadness find its place
Prompt: she floats on top of the waves, her dress from the sea water made, splashing liquid around her, in a raining day, blue and white translucent shades, while dancing with her grace
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.