Prompt: Conjoined Monarchs—two regal figures fused at the spine, sharing one ornate crown crusted with history. Their bodies draped in exuviae—molted skins, torn silk, relics of flesh shed through war and rule. What’s left is regal ruin: a throne of bone, sovereignty stripped to its raw, haunting core.
Prompt: A surreal demon mouth—gaping wide with hell-teeth sculpted from boiled gum, blistered and melting. Its death-head form cradles a miniature galaxy in one hand, stars swirling between claws. Macro-photography reveals oozing textures, veiny folds, and cosmic decay—flesh and void entwined in grotesque, galactic surrealism.
Prompt: Nim Lasher—the rotting metal brute, its jagged limbs corroded and cruel. Rust weeps from its frame, feeding the necrogen mists that cling like poison breath. Each swing spreads decay, a walking engine of toxic entropy, forged in filth and born to blight.
Prompt: Nim Lasher—the rotting metal brute, its jagged limbs corroded and cruel. Rust weeps from its frame, feeding the necrogen mists that cling like poison breath. Each swing spreads decay, a walking engine of toxic entropy, forged in filth and born to blight.
Prompt: Teratogenic black matter births the Shattered Ones—hideous, malformed entities lurking in the dark. Their bodies glitch and melt into themselves, limbs warping in loops of unreal physics. Shapeless and seething, they whisper through fractured dimensions, toxic echoes of creation gone wrong.
Prompt: Conjoined Monarchs—two regal figures fused at the spine, sharing one ornate crown crusted with history. Their bodies draped in exuviae—molted skins, torn silk, relics of flesh shed through war and rule. What’s left is regal ruin: a throne of bone, sovereignty stripped to its raw, haunting core.
Prompt: Conjoined Monarchs—two regal figures fused at the spine, sharing one ornate crown crusted with history. Their bodies draped in exuviae—molted skins, torn silk, relics of flesh shed through war and rule. What’s left is regal ruin: a throne of bone, sovereignty stripped to its raw, haunting core.
Prompt: A surreal demon mouth—gaping wide with hell-teeth sculpted from boiled gum, blistered and melting. Its death-head form cradles a miniature galaxy in one hand, stars swirling between claws. Macro-photography reveals oozing textures, veiny folds, and cosmic decay—flesh and void entwined in grotesque, galactic surrealism.
Prompt: A surreal demon mouth—gaping wide with hell-teeth sculpted from boiled gum, blistered and melting. Its death-head form cradles a miniature galaxy in one hand, stars swirling between claws. Macro-photography reveals oozing textures, veiny folds, and cosmic decay—flesh and void entwined in grotesque, galactic surrealism.
Prompt: Moldylocks—a grotesque yet whimsical lady made entirely of fuzzy green mold and oozing pus. Her hair: a tangled nest of mildew curls. Her dress: stitched from crusty biofilm. With bulbous eyes and a lopsided grin, she totters on fungus-covered heels, trailing a stench of mischief in cartoonish, caricature style.
Prompt: Moldylocks—a grotesque yet whimsical lady made entirely of fuzzy green mold and oozing pus. Her hair: a tangled nest of mildew curls. Her dress: stitched from crusty biofilm. With bulbous eyes and a lopsided grin, she totters on fungus-covered heels, trailing a stench of mischief in cartoonish, caricature style.
Prompt: An aesthetically intricate water diver spirals through the depths—limbs unfurling like liquid geometry, body adorned with fractal fins and flowing ribbons of bioluminescent color. The sea is an abstract canvas of swirling teals, magentas, and spectral golds—currents ripple with surreal elegance as form dissolves into dreamlike motion.
Prompt: An aesthetically intricate water diver spirals through the depths—limbs unfurling like liquid geometry, body adorned with fractal fins and flowing ribbons of bioluminescent color. The sea is an abstract canvas of swirling teals, magentas, and spectral golds—currents ripple with surreal elegance as form dissolves into dreamlike motion.
Prompt: A 2D symmetrical portrait of a psychedelic cat—wide neon eyes spiraling with color, fur rippling in acid-bright swirls. Its face, split by symmetry, glows with electric purples, toxic greens, and glitchy pinks—an acid neonoir cartoon dream, purring in kaleidoscopic chaos.
Prompt: A snarling neon punk monster, dripping electric-green juice from razor-sharp teeth, wild spiky hair, tattered leather jacket splashed with acid-pink tags, chaotic spray‑paint textures and bold, jagged outlines—street art meets freak‑punk mayhem."
Prompt: An off-white, light-orange-fleshed mechanical shrimp-fish glides with eerie grace—its translucent shell revealing wiry innards. Multi-legged and insectile, it skitters through currents on spindly limbs. Protruding large blue eyes scan in all directions, luminous and unblinking—alien, alert, almost sentient.
Prompt: An off-white, light-orange-fleshed mechanical shrimp-fish glides with eerie grace—its translucent shell revealing wiry innards. Multi-legged and insectile, it skitters through currents on spindly limbs. Protruding large blue eyes scan in all directions, luminous and unblinking—alien, alert, almost sentient.
Prompt: The girl from my dreams radiates a unique canto'as above so below'while being ignited by the spirit of haeckel and robert fludd, breakthrough is iminent, glory be to the magic within, in honor of jupiter's, 3D, optical illusion, a masterpiece, no watermark, no words
Prompt: Cronenberg's Pet Store” package—sealed in translucent, pulsing plastic, the box twitches gently. Inside: bioengineered companions—wet-eyed, asymmetrical, lovingly grotesque. Tubes wiggle, spines flex, and tiny mouths whisper. A warning: some pets may evolve unexpectedly.
Prompt: Cronenberg's Pet Store” package—sealed in translucent, pulsing plastic, the box twitches gently. Inside: bioengineered companions—wet-eyed, asymmetrical, lovingly grotesque. Tubes wiggle, spines flex, and tiny mouths whisper. A warning: some pets may evolve unexpectedly.
Prompt: Death by Radiation” in Neo-Expressionist style—distorted forms ripple with anguish, painted in harsh yellows and eerie greens. A lone figure dissolves into abstraction, its outline flickering like heatwaves. The canvas pulses with emotional intensity—loss, transformation, and the unseen force of decay rendered through chaotic yet purposeful brushwork.
Prompt: Nanopocalypse—a glimpse into the world of tiny conquerors. Swarms of self-replicating nanobots shimmer like dust motes, dismantling matter molecule by molecule. Cities crumble silently, veins become data highways. What was once flesh, steel, and soil is now programmable grey bloom—intelligence without mercy, the future reassembled.
Prompt: “Death by Radiation” in Neo-Expressionist style—jagged brushstrokes scream in toxic yellows and sickly greens. A melting figure writhes amid chaotic lines, bones glowing through torn flesh. The canvas bleeds with raw emotion—anguish, decay, and invisible violence made visible.
Prompt: A Honky-tonk Angel sways through a smoky saloon—ruby lips, feathered hair, and sequins shimmering in black-and-white ink. In 1930s cartoon style, she belts jazzy tunes with big eyes, bouncy limbs, and a wink that makes whiskey bottles dance and cowboy ghosts swoon.
Prompt: Majestic Garuda bird soaring, surrounded by bountiful harvest, flowing form transforming into blazing colorful ( shiny metallic paint splashes ). Executed in carved plaster with highly detailed floral motifs and baroque textures, sharp reflections and dark shadows, art deco curves, masterful engraving detail, pronounced swirling color blending in sharp gradients.
Prompt: An anthropomorphic bloodwave surges to life—rippled with veins of memory and sentience. As it crests, eyes open within the crimson tide, each blink a revelation. A spiritual awakening erupts in pulses, as the being becomes aware—fleshless, fluid, divine.
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.
