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: 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: like game of thrones, like the song of ice and fire series, theme george r.r. martin,
But it was only fantasy; The wall was too high; As you can see; No matter how he tried; He could not break free; and the orks all died in vain
Prompt: A female musketeer, a white horse, a flowery field, a road, a forest. a musket, Sunset. a magical musketeer carrying road warden police of the roads highway patrol.
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: Weathered, iridescent-clad extraterrestrial families huddle together with tattered luggage, awaiting entry to a fortified planet. The massive, metallic entrance is guarded by flickering holographic advertisements and wispy mist, casting a warm, golden glow on the families' hopeful faces. In the distance, a retro-futuristic metropolis beckons, its art-deco spires and grand architecture a testament to a bygone era's vision. Rendered in vivid hyperrealism with HDR textures and a glossy sheen, evoking the surreal, magical realism of a dream. Inspired by Ralph McQuarrie, Frank Frazetta, and Ralph Steadman, with muted yet vibrant colors and intricate, mechanistic details.
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: A massive goliath humanoid seven or 8 feet tall. anthropomorphic Stranger looms in a foggy, forested landscape, its scales detailed in shades of black and gray, creating an ominous atmosphere.
Prompt: Create a watercolor painting, which features a scene at a harbor with clear blue water. In the foreground, five cats are sitting on the dock, attentively looking towards a fisherman who is standing in his white boat . The fisherman is wearing overalls and a hat, and appears to be working with some equipment or ropes inside the boat. The background shows other boats moored in the harbor, with calm water reflecting light and various maritime details like ropes, buoys, and parts of the dock infrastructure.
Prompt: Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. A 17 year old, thin, ginger haired medieval tailor's son, alone in the dark woods, armed with a 15 inch scissor blade. A nervous, frightened look on his face. quest of the Taylor's son
Prompt: Paris, Montmartre with Sacre Coeur, art deco style, a city full of keeps for nobles. Tall towers, high curtain walls, taller keeps, and a castle in the middle.
Prompt: souless frightening woman A stunning depiction of a mysteriously powerful spiritual human, characterized as a mighty and exquisitely scary and crazy beautiful woman. She symbolizing insane quiet strength and spiritual dearh. The atmosphere exudes a deadly romantic impressionism blended with nature core elements, set against a swirling night sky, her eye are hyper-realistic. This hyper-realistic matte painting masterpiece is rendered in 8k resolution, blending hyper surrealism with intricate, ultra believable details. A close-up black-and-white portrait focuses on her curious expression, enhanced by exaggerated layers clown makeup. Her long flowing bright ruby-red fiery hair is streaked with silvery white streaks, while she wears tattered and torn white linen off the shoulder rags, creating a contrast. The mood of the scene captures a haunting blend of Stephen King-themed horror with a spiritual undertone on a black background.
In the style of: Tyler Jacobson, Gerald Brom, Yoshitoshi, Tsukioka, Hokusai.
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.