Prompt: A majestic, glowing tiger emerging from swirling, luminous clouds. The tiger’s fur is stylized with vibrant neon shades of blue and purple, with glowing yellow-orange eyes that radiate intensity. The intricate detail of the tiger’s face contrasts with the soft, almost otherworldly texture of the surrounding clouds. The scene feels cosmic, as though the tiger is a celestial or mystical entity, its ethereal form blending with the clouds in a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The overall color palette is vivid, psychedelic, and infused with an aura of power and mystery.
Prompt: We are the children of Gaia,
Born of her soil, nourished by her waters,
Guided by her winds, and sustained by her warmth.
We honor Gaia as the Earth Mother,
The source of all life,
The body from which we arise,
The home to which we shall return.
We pledge to awaken and remember:
That we are not apart from the Earth,
But her very essence—
Her thoughts, her hands, her voice.
We vow to protect and cherish her,
To heal her wounds,
To live in harmony with her rhythms,
And to honor her cycles of life, death, and renewal.
We reject the illusion of separation,
For we are one with the forests and oceans,
The mountains and plains,
The creatures that crawl, swim, and soar.
We embrace our sacred duty:
To steward her gifts wisely,
To act with compassion toward all beings,
And to teach the forgotten truth—
That we are Gaia,
And Gaia is us.
In her body lies our salvation,
In her spirit, our strength,
And in her love, our eternal home.
So we stand united,
As the Children of Gaia,
Awake, aware, and devoted.
Prompt: A towering figure looms in the darkness, its silhouette monstrous and unnatural. Jagged, spiraling horns erupt from its skull, curving wildly and dripping with a viscous black ichor that hisses as it falls to the frozen ground. Its face is a grotesque mask of decay, with hollow, glowing red eyes that smolder like dying embers within sunken sockets. Tattered, blackened fur clings to its gaunt frame, shifting like shadows caught in an eternal wind. The creature’s skeletal hands end in razor-sharp claws, their tips stained dark as if soaked in the essence of its victims.
Around its neck and shoulders hangs a massive, rusted iron chain, the links adorned with glowing crimson runes that flicker like trapped flames. The chain trails behind it, scraping against the icy ground with a shrill, metallic sound that seems to slice through the silence. In one hand, it wields a whip crafted from thorn-covered vines, each barb glinting with a sinister, wet sheen.
Strapped to its back is a monstrous sack, stitched together from what looks like pale, stretched flesh. It bulges and writhes as if alive, emitting faint, muffled cries and whispers that twist the stomach of anyone who hears them. Beneath the creature’s hooves, the snow blackens and steams, the ground cracking with each step as if recoiling from its presence.
The air around it is heavy with the stench of decay, and an otherworldly cold follows in its wake, extinguishing all light and warmth. The only illumination comes from the faint, flickering glow of the runes and its burning eyes, casting long, jagged shadows that dance across the frozen landscape like specters. The presence of this dark being is suffocating, as though the very fabric of reality bends to accommodate its monstrous form.
Prompt: An intense and surreal transformation of a domesticated housewife into a feral wolf woman under the light of a glowing full moon. The scene captures the housewife in mid-transformation, tearing away her floral apron and human flesh with clawed hands, revealing fur, sharp fangs, and lupine features beneath. Her expression is a mix of anguish and primal ecstasy as she howls at the moon, her hair turning wild and her body contorting into a muscular, wolf-like form. The background is a dim suburban neighborhood bathed in moonlight, with shadows of trees and houses contrasting the raw, chaotic energy of her metamorphosis. The image should blend elements of horror and mysticism, emphasizing the power and savagery of her true nature breaking free.
Prompt: "Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total oblit-eration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Prompt: An adorable, insanely cute baby Baphomet with bioluminescent purple and green fur and black horns. Blue sky and clouds. Evil and also sweet. Naughty and nice.
Prompt: A highly stylized, vibrant character in a psychedelic art style. The central figure has striking, glowing green eyes, with an additional third eye on their forehead. Their skin is a bold, reddish hue, and their dark purple hair has neon pink highlights. The figure is performing magic or energy manipulation, with purple, swirling energy radiating from their raised hand. The overall color scheme is a mix of bright neon pinks, purples, and greens, giving the piece a futuristic and otherworldly vibe. There are intricate details in the clothing, such as metallic bracelets, and swirling, organic shapes in the background, amplifying the surreal, mystical nature of the artwork.
Prompt: An adorable, insanely cute baby Baphomet with bioluminescent purple and green fur and black horns. Blue sky and clouds. Evil and also sweet. Naughty and nice.
Prompt: A bright, shining good witch with the power of the moon and sun and stars. An adorable witch with magic that can make the world a better place. A witch with red hair, green eyes, and the cutest dimple you've ever seen. Magical and dreamlike. Ink and watercolor.
Prompt: "Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total oblit-eration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Prompt: Exquisite gothic stained glass window with a dragon, intricate, beautiful lights, deep purple and black, demonic and sacred. Occult themed. Anne Stokes
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.
