Prompt: This is a jack o lantern Halloween witch, her face is made of pumpkin, her limbs of dry wood, her hair of dry straw, she has a horrible smile and nasty eyes
Prompt: anthropomorphic wolverine musketeer wearing leather armor the weasel wolverine is holding a magical musket with daggers on his belt a sword at his hip and ferocity in his eyes. the anthropomorphic wolverine does not wear a mask just his natnatural fur on his head
Prompt: A winding path to the interior of the psyche. An old, narrow general store whose walls and floor are composed of the roots and leaves of the world tree. The smell of delicious fruits, tea and herbal medicines. A cheerful, warm moment. Open windows overlooking the jungle and abundant light. Tropical houseplants and dried herbs. Facing the cheerful street. Detailed and superbly crafted oil paintings in the Pieter de Hooch style. Trees in the back courtyard. this is a high elven house
Prompt: A winding path to the interior of the psyche. An old, narrow general store whose walls and floor are composed of the roots and leaves of the world tree. The smell of delicious fruits, tea and herbal medicines. A cheerful, warm moment. Open windows overlooking the jungle and abundant light. Tropical houseplants and dried herbs. Facing the cheerful street. Detailed and superbly crafted oil paintings in the Pieter de Hooch style. Trees in the back courtyard. this is a high elven house
Prompt: Hypnotic swirling portal vortex, interdimensional gateway, detailed colossal cosmic sea turtle serves as guardian of the gateway/portal. The gateway/portal is made of stone and adorned with complex sacred geometry and foreign alien glyphs that glow in the moonlight. Gateway/portal is ornate with crystal prisms and gems, gilded in exotic metals that shimmer in the starlight. Clouds of nebulae and shimmering stars and planets background. Astral projection, out of body experience, strong psychedelic/hallucinogen visuals, DMT visuals, intricate sacred geometry, cosmic sea turtle entity, galactic DMT entity, sea turtle DMT entity, mystical, psytrance artwork, galactic energy, cosmic LSD art. Inspired by Cameron Gray
Prompt: anthropomorphic wolverine musketeer wearing leather armor the weasel wolverine is holding a magical musket with daggers on his belt a sword at his hip and ferocity in his eyes. the anthropomorphic wolverine does not wear a mask just his natnatural fur on his head
Prompt: Create an imaginative character of a humanoid frog dancing in the rain, wearing a tall, shimmering green top hat adorned with a black band. The frog has a vibrant, glossy green skin tone with bright orange, expressive eyes. It features a wide, joyful smile showcasing white teeth, and its face embodies a playful and whimsical character. The body shape is athletic and agile, clad in a form-fitting green dress made of a glistening, wet-like material that evokes a sense of motion. The dress has ruffled edges and leaf-like designs, enhancing its frog-like appearance.
Additional details include long, green arms and hands with webbed fingers, and the character's legs are robust with webbed feet. The background is a dynamic blend of greens and soft splashes of color, reminiscent of lily pads and water, creating an energetic, lively atmosphere. The ground beneath the character is semi-reflective, hinting at splashes of water, harmonizing with the aquatic theme. Overall, the composition should evoke a sense of joy and playfulness, embodying the spirit of a celebratory frog character.
Prompt: big dragon. A Gila Monster amidst a desert landscape, its scales rendered in soft, feathery brushstrokes with visible texture, reminiscent of 19th-century oil painting. The creature's vibrant pink and yellow hues are muted, as if viewed through a warm, nostalgic filter. Dreamy, ethereal light bathes the scene, with blurred edges and subtle gradations of color evoking the styles of Andrew Wyeth, Gustav Klimt, and Roberto Ferri.
Prompt: A monster Siberian lynx sleeps peacefully on the huge cedar tree. It's a wonderful winter day, light snow is falling. Carl Brenders style. Magnificent, extremely detailed digital art.
Prompt: a medal for hunting monsters made of gold silver platinum copper and jewels. it also has fangs from the monster the monster on the medal is the alien monster from the alien movies
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: The city rose on low hills, like steps climbing to a center. Another wall encircled that center, shining pure white and running over the hills. Inside that were even more towers and domes, white and gold and purple, their elevation atop the hills making them seem to look down on the rest of Caemlyn. Rand thought that must be the Inner City of which Bunt had spoken.
The Caemlyn Road itself changed as soon as it was inside the city, becoming a wide boulevard, split down the middle by broad strips of grass and trees. The grass was brown and the tree branches bare, but people hurried by as if they saw nothing unusual, laughing, talking, arguing, doing all the things that people do. Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
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.