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: 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 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: underground old west city that looks a lot like old new york from Futurama. it is completely populated by tieflings. they look like devils with horns, but human bodies
Prompt: el sueño de la inteligencia artificial produce monstruos, fusion of jeremy mann and childe hassam and david f gerhartz and rosa bonheur and thomas eakins and wes anderson, Realistic characters, Realistic environment, Realistic body, beautiful realistic photo of a realistic dramatic character
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: templeton peck aka the faceman. they call him face. he is a good looking tiefling, half demon, with orange eyes, dark blue hair and light blue skin with orange horses protruding from the sides of his head. he is a magic user or spell caster and is a warlock
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
Prompt: Seine fog, color ink brush style of John French Sloan collaboration with ink pen lines and shading style of Mike Worrall with vivid details style of John Bauer
Prompt: Science Fiction scene. Old Rusty Boat fitted with rocket engine in orbit by Io over Jupiter. Black space background. Kirby-crackle. Comic book and photorealistic art.
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.