Prompt: Harbinger of Typhoons, Psychedelic—cloaked in storm-slick robes of shifting fractals, it rides the eye of chaos, eyes swirling with monsoon mandalas. Each step births cyclones of color; each word warps the wind into prismatic howls. Reality bends in its wake, drowning minds in vivid deluge.
Prompt: Harbinger of Typhoons, Psychedelic—cloaked in storm-slick robes of shifting fractals, it rides the eye of chaos, eyes swirling with monsoon mandalas. Each step births cyclones of color; each word warps the wind into prismatic howls. Reality bends in its wake, drowning minds in vivid deluge.
Prompt: Ballerina dancing across the universe, fractal colored pencil overlay of silver, blue, red, black, detailed, emotional portrait of a beautiful ballerina dancing, high detailed expressiveness in face and overall, highly artistic, fine art, anatomical accuracy, high definition, sharp focus, intricate, elegant, cinematic lighting, 8k concept art; deep color; ink drawing, no addition people, body parts forced accurate and proportional anatomical accuracy,
Prompt: macabre Reborn Synthesis—where flesh and wire fuse beneath a Tesla coil's stuttering glitch. Sparks crown the hollow frame, echoing the lost in static moans. An empty soul flickers within, rewritten by voltage and void, endlessly rebooting its death.
Prompt: macabre Reborn Synthesis—where flesh and wire fuse beneath a Tesla coil's stuttering glitch. Sparks crown the hollow frame, echoing the lost in static moans. An empty soul flickers within, rewritten by voltage and void, endlessly rebooting its death.
Prompt: ChatGPT said:
Golden Blood Idol, by Mister Cadaver—a cursed effigy sculpted from gilded bone and coagulated royalty, pulsing with forbidden divinity. Eyes of amber venom glare from a cracked face, whispering blasphemies in dead tongues. Worship it, and bleed gold forever.
Prompt: ChatGPT said:
Golden Blood Idol, by Mister Cadaver—a cursed effigy sculpted from gilded bone and coagulated royalty, pulsing with forbidden divinity. Eyes of amber venom glare from a cracked face, whispering blasphemies in dead tongues. Worship it, and bleed gold forever.
Prompt: Long Exposure of a Fire Spinner—flames trace molten halos in the dark, spiraling like burning comets. Each motion becomes a glowing glyph, a fleeting language of heat and rhythm carved into night. Sparks scatter like stars, time stretched into firelight.
Prompt: Macro Ghost Male Mantis—translucent and spectral, his exoskeleton shimmers like frostbit glass under a macro lens. Limbs folded in eerie prayer, he haunts the petals with silent grace, eyes glowing faint blue like twin moons. A phantom predator in miniature, delicate, deadly, divine
Prompt: dark ambient experimental electronic IDM music, negative space glitching tech futuristic skeletonal science fiction death hunter, phasing and shifting of unknown wierd unhuman faceless exoskeletonal fractured synesthesia, mechanical decay of reversed inside-out emptiness, collapsing into themselves, dark lights from beskulled and rebodied robotic sentinels
Prompt: A ghost looms menacingly over Alice’s sleeping form—its face a blur of shrieking void, fingers trailing tendrils of spectral light. Her spirit begins to lift, drawn like breath from her chest. The room flickers in strobe-like pulses—light painting horror across the walls as shadows writhe and the veil thins.
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.
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.
