Prompt: Tall trees without leaves. The tears fall, the sky cries. Under the protection of yellow branches lies a hunter. The blood drips, the wounds gape. The smell of plucked fur reminds of his encounter with the cold-blooded beast of hell. He closes his eyes, the world becomes cold. In the style of Sergio Leone movies.
Prompt: A sculpture of a can that stores light in itself with twelve keys suspended around it, in the style of Marcel Broodthaers, in a room with high walls and dignified colors. The feelings are drive, fatigue and heaviness.
Prompt: A giant marked by doubt stands at the steps of fate followed by a blue sharp of long-limbed apes hunting for souls. painted in the style of william blake, with vibrant colors.
Prompt: A salt field with a treehouse in the background, reminiscent of Scandinavian country settings. The trees and countryside provide a peaceful contrast to the rock salt production area in the foreground. This image can be used as a snapshot of a transcendent moment or as a simple backdrop for travel or nature photos.
Prompt: "No. It is not over, that wouldʼ be too soon. We were happy."
he thinks to himself.
He goes in for a kiss. She turns away.
Frustration rises. He pulls her close to him.
She screams loudly and bites his shoulder.
He loosens his grip. She pushes him away.
He knows he is to blame.
The door slams shut. You can hear the neighbor calling for a moment.
He lowers his head and whimpers softly to the sound of the stairs.
Prompt: A three day walk in the mud and dirt. The morning dew reflects the sun in bright colors. Nine soldiers set out for their next life, each day anew. Painted in the style of Jack Freeman mixed with the style of Willem de Kooning
Prompt: Thanks earlier to the notice
I smelled his inhuman flag.
Each following word went from one ear through the other,
because the conversation began already without polite salutation.
A torrent of speech followed by the rain of saliva.
Intoxicated heads behave like planets,
everything revolves around them and they revolve around themselves.
A reason why one falls into the intoxication so easily.
Prompt: A sculpture of a golem built of fence material, stones falling out of its mouth, in a room with screens showing images of the sky, in the style of Nam June Paik
Prompt: These beings were a bit more like the moths that had been seen in the sky. Their eyes were like tiny, round, red, glass balls, that seemed almost to float in midair, like they were floating on the ceiling. Painted in the style of Florent Stosskopf but as a sculpture.
Prompt: A lonely man with a big hat with long feathers comes to a huge metropolis. He doesn't fit in time or space, but he is content and happy. Smoking a pipe and swaggering around while reading a newspaper. As a photograph in the style of Richard Sandler
Prompt: I open my eyes, everything is black. I feel that I am lying in bed. Slowly I see blurred images. As I struggle to get up, the slatted frame under the mattress creaks and a slight shiver runs through my body. In the few rays of light that have found their way into my room room, you can see fine dust floating. My lungs itch as I breathe. I never smoked, but since the end of the war my day has consisted of stuffing pipe bowls and the garden.
Prompt: Driven by rage and desire
he wipes the tears from her cheeks.
She does not surrender as planned,
when he hugs her even tighter.
Frightening power comes up in him.
He still hesitates and lets her go.
Two battered figures face each other.
The looks say every word.
Now everything seems already lost and over.
Broken in that place.
Prompt: an installation of tree bark and oil drums filling a space made of plastic walls, illuminated by seven screens projecting red and purple light into the space, the floor is covered with gold plates, in the style of Dan Graham
Prompt: a statue of an iguana and a turtle fighting for survival in a supermarket like showroom, lit in multiple colors, with small glass pyramids scattered everywhere reflecting the lights, on a black long carpet, in the style of Bruce Nauman
Prompt: After mother's death, father sat most of the time in his library and did not want to be disturbed by anyone. When, after not seeing him for five days, I smelled an musty smell from the hallway to the library, I knew that I was now alone. I got the full inheritance: a two-story house with a garden, Mother's jewelry box, Father's gold treasures from his expeditions to the Orient, and a paid-off maid.
Prompt: A bright child with piercing eyes on a hill with trees behind the sunlight was the first thing that came to mind.
A few months later, I got a letter. A letter from a lawyer. He was asking if I might be able to visit the prison. His office was in the same building as the one we grew up in.
Prompt: a statue of a strong man, with a crown of plastic and a body of clay, the statue is covered with small sculptures of gold, around the statue light balls, the light is reflected in the statue, the exhibition space is in classical baroque style, in the style of Daniel Arsham
Prompt: A sculpture of a dangerous object, with felt and grease, a light fills the room, wood and metal meet, the room is alive and classic, life gives you clarity, the moment where you know where you belong, in the style of Joseph Beuys
Prompt: A sculpture of Neanderthal man, with skeletons and skulls, a spiritual journey, with an answer for all of us as humans, in the end we all die out, the totem pole of joie de vivre, assembled from Homo longi findings, in a magnificent exhibition space for contemporary art, in the style of Auguste Rodin
Prompt: One day, a young man wondered
whether he could see into the future.
This question made him realize
what can be called the future.
It is what is yet to happen.
How can it be that he sees it?
If he does not even know exactly
how longʼ he will stay alive.
We only know what happened.
The future is for dreaming.
Prompt: At such moments I no longer feel alone anymore. I walk slowly toward the window sill, take my remarkably light tobacco tin and lean against the window frame. With the last remnant of crumbly tobacco I stuff my pipe bowl and cast a furtive glance at the rising sun.
Prompt: I sit up with a groan, try to get my bearings, rub my eyes and blindly open my bedside drawer. I reach into the void. I look with strained gaze in the direction of the windowsill. I thought to myself that I had left my pipe there, because even though I live alone in my parents' house, I still smoke secretly at the open window in the evening. In the past, father didn't want me to smoke in the house.
Prompt: When she stopped breathing in her sleep, with her last breath, her suffering spilled over to father. Because of my daily lapses, I could never be of much help to my family, and not even when I was alone with father. I don't leave the house often. It is too dangerous if I have a seizure on the open road, unaccompanied, without an escort. When father was still alive, I occasionally accompanied him to the weekly market.
Prompt: When we learned that my older brothers would not be coming home, mother was never the same. would be coming back home, mother was not the same. I was the last one left. Already in early years, I was plagued by epilepsy and perceptual disorders, therefore I was declared I was declared unfit for combat and because of my wealthy parental home I did not have to serve the country. Mother died two years after the end of the war.
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.
