Prompt: The clouds are dancing in the sky,
Moving gracefully, floating high,
Their forms and shapes continuously change,
A mesmerizing sight, so wondrous and strange.
They twist and twirl with such finesse,
A beautiful display, effortless,
A sight to behold, for all to see,
A natural wonder, endlessly free.
The dancing clouds, a moving art,
Painted against a canvas of the heart,
A beauty that never fades away,
A moment to cherish, every day.
Prompt: Rhythmic beat of urban streets,
Horns and sirens blaring meets,
Voices rising, people greet,
The sound of the city, never discreet.
Neon lights and bustling crowds,
Footsteps pounding, voices loud,
Music spilling from bars and shrouds,
The sound of the city, an endless soundcloud.
Engines roaring, trains on track,
Fountains trickling, water attacks,
Wind rustling leaves, a natural knack,
The sound of the city, a symphony intact.
Prompt: Grandfather's old drafting table,
Stands proud and tall,
A relic of a bygone era,
Memories it does recall.
With wooden legs and weathered top,
It served him through the years,
Designs and plans were born on it,
Erased with care and tears.
A piece of history in the room,
A reminder of his craft,
It speaks of skill and dedication,
Of dreams that he made last.
Grandfather's old drafting table,
A symbol of his art,
A legacy that still lives on,
In every beating heart.
Prompt: In the heart of town, Main Street glows
Where friendly faces, everybody knows
Browsing shops, and grabbing a bite
Small town charm, what a delight
Prompt: Wild Savannah
The grasses tall, the animals roam
A world of adventure, where nature is home
So take a safari, in the savannah wild
And let the wild Savannah, be your adventure child.
Prompt: Jungle Rumble
The forest teems, the wildlife hums
A world of wonder, where the jungle drums
So explore the depths, and hear the call
And let the jungle rumble, be your enthrall
Prompt: Waterfall in a storm with vibrant and surreal colors, dreamy atmosphere, long exposure, nature photography, atmospheric, intense, powerful, Ansel Adams, National Geographic
Prompt: An electrifying artwork, combining the art styles of Alex Horley, Alexander Kanoldt, Tom Lovell, Steven Belledin, and Carl Gustav Carus with the visual themes inspired by Disturbed, Molly Hatchet, and Iron Maiden. This piece features highly detailed and dynamic illustrations showcasing powerful characters, intricate landscapes, and a blend of dark and vibrant colors. Trending on artstation, this artwork captures the essence of both the artists' styles and the iconic imagery of the music bands.
Prompt: In Loveland, Ohio, the tale is told,
Of frogmen lurking in the cold.
With webbed feet and glowing eyes,
They're said to haunt beneath moonlit skies.
From the banks of the Little Miami River,
They emerge with a stealthy quiver.
Sightings rare, but stories spread,
Of creatures green with skin so slick, it's said.
Some claim they're aliens, others a hoax,
But those who've seen them share their folks.
With scales and tails, and croaking cries,
The Loveland frogmen, a mystery lies.
Legends echo through the town,
Of frogmen wearing crowns,
Of their watery lair, so unknown,
In Loveland, Ohio, a tale to be shown.
So keep your eyes peeled, when shadows fall,
As darkness comes and moonlight calls.
For in Loveland, by the river's bend,
The legend lives on, of the frogmen.
Prompt: In caverns deep, with walls of stone,
A Cyclops dwelt, all on his own.
A giant fierce, with eye so bright,
A single orb that shone with might.
His size immense, his strength unmatched,
A creature feared, whose rage dispatched.
His voice would boom, across the land,
His footsteps shook, like quakes so grand.
Yet lonely he, in solitude,
A being shunned, by multitudes.
His monstrous form, a sight so dire,
His heart consumed by smoldering ire.
Until one day, a hero came,
Odysseus was his famed name.
With cunning wit and silver tongue,
He sought to outsmart the Cyclops young.
With crafty ruse and clever plan,
He called himself "Nobody," the man.
He blinded Polyphemus, the Cyclops' eye,
And escaped his cave, before he could die.
The Cyclops roared, in anguish deep,
His blindness causing pain so steep.
But Odysseus sailed, with victory won,
His tale of cunning, forever spun.
So let us remember, the Cyclops' plight,
A monster fierce, with blinding sight.
A lesson learned, of pride and wrath,
And how a hero's wit can change the path.
Prompt: A creature of grace, both man and horse,
A being unique, a mythical force.
With human torso, and equine rear,
The Centaur roams, without a fear.
A symbol of strength, both brawn and mind,
A creature of balance, of a rare kind.
With hooves that thunder, with arrows true,
The Centaur's prowess, a wondrous view.
With wisdom old, and skills of war,
The Centaur stands, a leader to adore.
A creature proud, with honor high,
A being born to reach the sky.
But also gentle, a healer's touch,
A creature kind, with a heart so much.
With loyalty strong, to those they trust,
The Centaur's presence, a gift so just.
So hail the Centaur, a creature rare,
A being of myth, beyond compare.
A symbol of strength, of grace and might,
The Centaur's legacy, a timeless sight.
Prompt: The Harpy's wings were dark and wide,
With feathers sharp and beady-eyed.
She soared above with eerie grace,
A creature feared in every place.
Her talons sharp, her beak a hook,
Her scream would make the bravest shook.
She swept down low with ruthless speed,
Her prey, she'd catch with vicious greed.
Her form was part bird, part human too,
A monstrous sight, a fearsome view.
Her hunger drove her endless flight,
A creature born of ancient fright.
But deep within her heart did lie,
A glimmer of a human sigh.
A lonely soul trapped in her form,
Forever cursed by darkest storm.
So, beware the Harpy's wrathful might,
And pray you never face her sight.
For she is both a monster and a soul,
A creature cursed, beyond control.
Prompt: Every breath you take, I feel,
A love so strong, it's truly real,
Each beat of your heart, a rhythm true,
A melody that brings me close to you.
Your presence lingers in the air,
A scent, a touch, beyond compare,
Your voice, a symphony to my ear,
A harmony that draws me near.
Every breath you take, a treasure bright,
A gift of love, a guiding light,
A bond that's formed, an unbreakable tie,
A love that fills me, sky high.
So hold me close, don't let me go,
For in your arms, my heart's aglow,
With every breath you take, my love,
You're all I need, my treasure trove.
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.