Prompt: Gothic style black haired beautiful woman, pure white alabaster skin, luscious hyper-realistic sealed lips, flowing jet-black hyper-realistic hair, beautiful entwind in black thorny vines and crimson roses covering her body and her tattered and torn sheer clothing, weeping by a murmuring stream, gothic atmosphere, evoking classical oil painting grandeur, rich and lavish color scheme, elaborate precision, radiant natural illumination, ultra-high resolution portrayal, A detailed illustration of a woman with black hair,and her body soak wet and ornate jewelry, and a decorative golden headpiece, set against a rich, patterned background.
Prompt: Two commercial airliners hijacked by terrorists deliberately flown into the Twin Towers of the complex, resulting in a total progressive collapse and burning in flames
Prompt: aliens launch a surprise attack on Earth, people are left dying in the streets, world governments are obliterated, cities are destroyed, and a deadly virus is unleashed
Prompt: The landscape hosted dense and unruly grass, dotted with the occasional pine tree. Up ahead loomed the forest, it's gigantic trees offering shelter to sinister spirits and formidable phantoms. Unusually cold breeze blew from the forest, suspiciously carrying the smell of fresh blood spilled on grass. The sky above the forest seemed to be in a disagreement with its surroundings, hosting dense black clouds that warned any passer-by to stay away…
Prompt: The trees in the forest were malady-brown. It can have dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs across the path. There are lots of grain of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light. In the dense shadows, spiders clutched their snare strings. Their webs shimmered like meshed steel dipped in silver. Eyes a-flame with hunger, they were hoping to dine on bloated bodies and slurp on hot blood.
The forest was primordial. Centuries-old trees with sprawling limbs guarded the darkness, blotting out any sunlight. Their bark was mottled and splotched as if the bubbled soup had been frozen in time on its surface. Clumpy combs of wet moss dangled from their rotten boughs. Underneath the moss, lethal larkspur peppered the mulchy floor. A pungent tang oozed from every sentient being in the forest. Bewailing sounds ghosted through the trees.
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.
