Prompt: A Tibetan monk, robes flowing in the cosmic currents, meditates serenely amidst swirling nebulae and streaks of warped starlight. His consciousness, a beacon of peace, navigates the impossible geometries of hyperspace, a solitary figure utterly at home in the infinite void.
Prompt: Neural Interface—an iridescent lattice of thought and signal, glimmering with pearlescent pulses. Each strand hums with infinite connection, threading consciousness through liquid light. Boundaries dissolve; identity flickers across the network like a dream encoded in
Prompt: Dark Fabula—tales torn from surreal, far-flung realms where logic dissolves and nightmares bloom. In this liminal, Cronenbergian landscape, fractured abominations linger—half-formed, half-forgotten. Limbo stretches endless and wrong, stitched with flesh-towers and whispering voids. Hideous beings skulk in the shadows, watching, waiting, dreaming you back into them
Prompt: Dark ambient electronic IDM pulsates with negative space and glitching tech, evoking a futuristic skeletal death hunter. Its phasing, inhuman exoskeleton of fractured synesthesia collapses into itself amidst the mechanical decay of reversed, inside-out emptiness
Prompt: Dark ambient electronic IDM pulsates with negative space and glitching tech, evoking a futuristic skeletal death hunter. Its phasing, inhuman exoskeleton of fractured synesthesia collapses into itself amidst the mechanical decay of reversed, inside-out emptiness
Prompt: ChatGPT said:
The Mermaid’s Dream—beneath a pool moon glowing soft and silver, she drifts through currents of whimsy. Coral bells chime lullabies, and jellyfish lanterns pulse with secret light. Her hair sways like kelp in reverie, chasing dreams stitched from seashells, stars, and the laughter of dolphins.
Prompt: a stylized flicker—glitching like memory on fire—twists through reversed echoes of disturbance. Within its sparkling vortex, time collapses inward, fractal and sharp. At the center lies a dead god’s triangle: three points humming with voidlight, bound by forbidden geometry and echoing with the laughter of broken stars
Prompt: Arachnoid Creature—its segmented limbs twist with pagan runes, a dark chimeric fusion of myth and body horror. Wreathed in winter fog, it drips wax and sinew, crowned with antlers and shattered icons. Born of Yuletide Terror and Dark Art Society dreams, it dances in firelit rites, spinning silk from ancient fears.
Prompt: Cacophony Dark Arts—an explosion of maximalist chaos: twisted symbols, clashing textures, arcane sigils smeared in violent color. Every inch screams with layered meaning—gilded bones, glitch halos, dripping ink. It’s occult excess incarnate, a fever dream painted with too many hands.
Prompt: Floral Horror: The Shattered Ones—hideous beings stitched from petals and bone, their blossoms bloom with rot and memory. Lurking in the dark, they twist toward warmth, faces splintered like shattered vases. Their roots whisper secrets to the soil, and when they bloom, it screams.
Prompt: An Aerolux light bulb—its delicate filament glows with a cascading mana fall, shimmering in blues and violets like liquid magic. Tiny glass birds spiral within, frozen mid-flight, their wings catching the light in ethereal flickers. It hums softly, as if dreaming of sky.
Prompt: An Aerolux light bulb—its delicate filament glows with a cascading mana fall, shimmering in blues and violets like liquid magic. Tiny glass birds spiral within, frozen mid-flight, their wings catching the light in ethereal flickers. It hums softly, as if dreaming of sky.
Prompt: An angry-faced sun blazes overhead, its eyes seething with heat. It scowls down upon the cracked earth, drying rivers to dust. Below, weird twisted plants writhe—leafless, gnarled, and thirsty—stretching warped limbs toward the merciless sky.
Prompt: The Heaven Tree of Stars—its twisted silver branches cradle humid, night-blue fruit that drip ink and starlight. In this mixed media collage, Clive Barker’s splatterpunk vision oozes through: torn textures, blood-slick shadows, and chaotic constellations stitched with sinew. Each fruit pulses with secrets—close-up, it’s grotesque and divine
Prompt: Cacophony Dark Arts—an explosion of maximalist chaos: twisted symbols, clashing textures, arcane sigils smeared in violent color. Every inch screams with layered meaning—gilded bones, glitch halos, dripping ink. It’s occult excess incarnate, a fever dream painted with too many hands.
Prompt: A symmetry of chaos shudders, awakening as a lone, individualized frog—lumpy, green, and strangely familiar. With a cartoonish smirk and a face oddly resembling Matt Dillon, it blinks into existence, absurd and self-aware, the sole coherent ripple in a universe unraveling.
Prompt: The witch girl sits cross-legged in a glowing cave, her breath slow, her eyes closed. Bioluminescent moss pulses softly around her, casting emerald light on the shrine before her—twisted wood and bone, draped in shrunken head talismans that sway gently in unseen currents. Each head whispers secrets as she sinks deeper into trance.
Prompt: Gaze into the noise—where static hums with meaning and inner glow pulses like a heartbeat. Psychedelic bursts ripple across your vision, colors blooming in fractal waves. It feels like scientific photography of emotion itself: surreal, precise, strangely happy—like joy decoded by a dreaming machine.
Prompt: Gaze into the noise—where static hums with meaning and inner glow pulses like a heartbeat. Psychedelic bursts ripple across your vision, colors blooming in fractal waves. It feels like scientific photography of emotion itself: surreal, precise, strangely happy—like joy decoded by a dreaming machine.
Prompt: A beautiful kaleidoscope woman—her form ever-shifting, composed of infinitely tiny pins that shimmer like stained glass in motion. Each movement sends ripples of color and pattern, her silhouette refracting reality itself, delicate and dazzling, like living mosaic caught in a dream of sharp light.
Prompt: A beautiful kaleidoscope woman—her form ever-shifting, composed of infinitely tiny pins that shimmer like stained glass in motion. Each movement sends ripples of color and pattern, her silhouette refracting reality itself, delicate and dazzling, like living mosaic caught in a dream of sharp light.
Prompt: A beautiful kaleidoscope woman—her form ever-shifting, composed of infinitely tiny pins that shimmer like stained glass in motion. Each movement sends ripples of color and pattern, her silhouette refracting reality itself, delicate and dazzling, like living mosaic caught in a dream of sharp light.
Prompt: A cute forest troll—plump and mossy, with curling horns overgrown with mushrooms and glistening berries—sits nestled inside a delicate glass sphere. Its big, glimmering eyes reflect the lush world beyond: twisted trees, glowing fungi, and fireflies drifting. Every wrinkle, root, and toadstool on its skin is carved in intricate fantasy detail, a tiny guardian of wild magic.
Prompt: An animal spirit—luminous and shifting—guides you through an undeniable dream voyage. Stars ripple around its form as you’re pulled into a sparkling vortex, where time folds and memory glows. Each turn spirals deeper into wonder, the spirit’s eyes reflecting galaxies yet to be born.
Prompt: A beautiful cathedral, its spires piercing a crimson sky, burns in stylized brilliance—cel-shaded flames lick upward in jagged strokes, casting bold shadows across stained glass as it shatters mid-glow. The sacred crumbles in vivid contrast, divine ruin drawn in sharp lines and glowing embers.
Prompt: The Forest Guardian—cloaked in ancient, tattered robes that whisper of forgotten oaths—stands beneath a cloud-strewn night sky pierced by sharp, glinting stars. Flickering lights pulse all around, casting warped shadows through twisted trees. Then, everything shatters—branches, sky, stars—into splinters of memory. The oil painting captures it in thick, oppressive strokes, every detail bleeding with dread, every fragment frozen in the moment of collapse
Prompt: The Forest Guardian—cloaked in ancient, tattered robes that whisper of forgotten oaths—stands beneath a cloud-strewn night sky pierced by sharp, glinting stars. Flickering lights pulse all around, casting warped shadows through twisted trees. Then, everything shatters—branches, sky, stars—into splinters of memory. The oil painting captures it in thick, oppressive strokes, every detail bleeding with dread, every fragment frozen in the moment of collapse
Prompt: Worm Dance—a ritual of decay beneath the cracked skin of Earth, where the Dark Art Society gathers in secret. Under the burning eye of Perihelion, they chant “Save us from the cross,” their voices warping in the heat. Monuments of boiled gum rise and melt—fleshy towers pulsating, collapsing into slop—an architecture of rot, built to worship dissolution
Prompt: The Forest Guardian—cloaked in ancient, tattered robes that whisper of forgotten oaths—stands beneath a cloud-strewn night sky pierced by sharp, glinting stars. Flickering lights pulse all around, casting warped shadows through twisted trees. Then, everything shatters—branches, sky, stars—into splinters of memory. The oil painting captures it in thick, oppressive strokes, every detail bleeding with dread, every fragment frozen in the moment of collapse
Prompt: A lucid dream begins in a grimy alley—flickering neon, the stink of rot and oil. Suddenly, gravity flips. You’re yanked skyward—no sound, just vertigo and light. The alley shrinks into shadow below as you rise through clouds, weightless, breathless, suspended in infinite blue. Reality peels open like paper.
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.
