Prompt: A Brand New Ancient Alien Land of Spiralling Creativity and Unnatural Concepts, a coupls is walking on a path, by Salvador Dali, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin and Dan Mumford, Flowing Energy, Deep Colours, Polished, Masterful Surrealism, Photorealistic, cel-shaded, digital illustration, unreal engine, 8k, high definition, crisp quality
Prompt: A striking, surreal sculpture of a woman's head emerges from a textured landscape, featuring a smooth, porcelain-like surface marred by dark, cracked lines. The figure's eyes are gently closed, suggesting a sense of peace or introspection. Glossy golden lips contrast with the stark white of the face, creating a captivating focal point. In the background, an ethereal gradient transitions from deep blue to warm orange, enhancing the otherworldly atmosphere. A solitary figure stands in the foreground, gazing at the sculpture against the backdrop of a tranquil landscape, evoking themes of isolation and beauty in a dreamlike setting.
Prompt: Line drawing of a beautiful woman with amazingly curly tresses, bikini, the transparent sea, exotic vision, by Milo Manara and Hugo Prat, watercolor and ink, the mysterious shades of the orient
Prompt: One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death.
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.