Prompt: Create a collage-style image featuring a central female figure with a thoughtful expression. The woman has a face made from pieces of magazine images in a collage. Her hair is a vivid shade of red, styled in a sleek bob that frames her face. She is holding a cigarette in one hand, adorned with a chunky ring.
Incorporate torn pieces of paper and magazine cutouts surrounding her, blending colors such as black, red, and hints of green. Include text segments that include words like "OUTRAGE" and "SENSE," along with patterns and abstract elements to add a dynamic feel to the background. Ensure the background is a textured white surface, enhancing the collage effect while providing contrast to the subject. The overall composition should appear layered and fragmented, emphasizing the artistic collage aesthetic. Hannah Höch.
Prompt: ChatGPT said:
The Mermaid’s Dream—beneath a pool moon glowing soft and silver, she drifts through currents of whimsy. Coral bells chime lullabies, and jellyfish lanterns pulse with secret light. Her hair sways like kelp in reverie, chasing dreams stitched from seashells, stars, and the laughter of dolphins.
Prompt: Cacophony Dark Arts—an explosion of maximalist chaos: twisted symbols, clashing textures, arcane sigils smeared in violent color. Every inch screams with layered meaning—gilded bones, glitch halos, dripping ink. It’s occult excess incarnate, a fever dream painted with too many hands.
Prompt: a stylized flicker—glitching like memory on fire—twists through reversed echoes of disturbance. Within its sparkling vortex, time collapses inward, fractal and sharp. At the center lies a dead god’s triangle: three points humming with voidlight, bound by forbidden geometry and echoing with the laughter of broken stars
Prompt: Dark ambient electronic IDM pulsates with negative space and glitching tech, evoking a futuristic skeletal death hunter. Its phasing, inhuman exoskeleton of fractured synesthesia collapses into itself amidst the mechanical decay of reversed, inside-out emptiness
Prompt: A Tibetan monk, robes flowing in the cosmic currents, meditates serenely amidst swirling nebulae and streaks of warped starlight. His consciousness, a beacon of peace, navigates the impossible geometries of hyperspace, a solitary figure utterly at home in the infinite void.
Prompt: A ghost looms menacingly over Alice’s sleeping form—its face a blur of shrieking void, fingers trailing tendrils of spectral light. Her spirit begins to lift, drawn like breath from her chest. The room flickers in strobe-like pulses—light painting horror across the walls as shadows writhe and the veil thins.
Prompt: Long Exposure of a Fire Spinner—flames trace molten halos in the dark, spiraling like burning comets. Each motion becomes a glowing glyph, a fleeting language of heat and rhythm carved into night. Sparks scatter like stars, time stretched into firelight.
Prompt: macabre Reborn Synthesis—where flesh and wire fuse beneath a Tesla coil's stuttering glitch. Sparks crown the hollow frame, echoing the lost in static moans. An empty soul flickers within, rewritten by voltage and void, endlessly rebooting its death.
Prompt: Harbinger of Typhoons, Psychedelic—cloaked in storm-slick robes of shifting fractals, it rides the eye of chaos, eyes swirling with monsoon mandalas. Each step births cyclones of color; each word warps the wind into prismatic howls. Reality bends in its wake, drowning minds in vivid deluge.
Prompt: Harbinger of Typhoons, Psychedelic—cloaked in storm-slick robes of shifting fractals, it rides the eye of chaos, eyes swirling with monsoon mandalas. Each step births cyclones of color; each word warps the wind into prismatic howls. Reality bends in its wake, drowning minds in vivid deluge.
Prompt: Kiss of Death—rendered in glitch art and pixel-sorted decay, a frozen moment ruptures into digital bleeding. Lips meet like corrupted code, love smearing into entropy. Each kiss fractures reality, leaving behind a ghost in broken pixels
Prompt: a drive-in Theatre, circa 1958, packed with ONLY CARS. A black-and-white monster movie is playing on the screen, above the crowd in the night sky, several flying saucers hover.
Prompt: a drive-in Theatre, circa 1958, packed with ONLY CARS. A black-and-white monster movie is playing on the screen, above the crowd in the night sky, several flying saucers hover.
Prompt: a drive-in Theatre, circa 1958, packed with ONLY CARS. A black-and-white monster movie is playing on the screen, above the crowd in the night sky, several flying saucers hover.
Prompt: Ethereal demon with striking features, dark horns, glowing eyes, intricate tattoos, muscular physique, surrounded by smoky shadows, ancient altar with intricate carvings, moonlight filtering through stained glass windows, debris from destroyed church, eerie atmosphere, flickering candlelight, mystical symbols, dark and moody color palette of deep purples, blues, and blacks, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, digital painting with high detail, gothic fantasy style, inspired by Baroque art, Artstation.
Prompt: Ethereal demon with striking features, dark horns, glowing eyes, intricate tattoos, muscular physique, surrounded by smoky shadows, ancient altar with intricate carvings, moonlight filtering through stained glass windows, debris from destroyed church, eerie atmosphere, flickering candlelight, mystical symbols, dark and moody color palette of deep purples, blues, and blacks, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, digital painting with high detail, gothic fantasy style, inspired by Baroque art, Artstation.
Prompt: The Wicked Witch of the West, riding her broom high in the sky, her massive cape unfurling, laughs in evil glee, much to the terror of the inhabitants of The Emerald City Below
Prompt: Mistakes are made because words are misuderstood
It's all, all in how you talk.
Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing
to do, but it's all, all, all, all, all in how you walk.
Seems like it might be the right thing to say at the time
and I know I'd probably say it again,
if you gimme just a little taste, gimme just a little taste more wine.
I'd be flying out, flying out and wise and old, old as the whole world,
and I'd just turn around like a baby and I'd crawl,
crawl right back inside...
Prompt: Dimly lit college gym, packed bleachers, collegiate wrestling finals, intense match in progress, wrestlers in action, determined expressions, wrestling mats, referee in the center, cheering crowd, university banners, winter night atmosphere, steamy breath in the cold air, sweat glistening, dynamic poses, high-energy atmosphere, indoor sports setting, blue and white color scheme, dramatic lighting, shadows cast by wrestlers, digital illustration, realistic style, high level of detail, by Aaron Blaise, Artstation.
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.
