Prompt: Electric vortex discharges onto a rocky island amid the raging sea. The vortex seems to be a living entity, twisting and turning in the air with a fierce and otherworldly grace. The atmosphere is one of epic drama and wonder, with a sense of the raw power and majesty of the natural world.
Prompt: color illustration of a red 1958 Plymouth Fury car, as it prowls through the dark streets; its red body gleams with a sinister presence, its headlights cast long shadows across the pavement; in the background, distorted silhouettes of buildings and trees suggest a sense of unease and fear; the overall mood of the illustration is one of malevolence and danger
Prompt: Hyperrealistic photo of a business woman (back view) standing in a derelict room, in the corner of which is a small old TV-set on the floor showing noise, no windows, flickering lamplight, by Storm Thorgerson, by Davi Lynch, by Gregory Crewdson, unsettling, sinister atmosphere, silver, light blue and light green colors, nonsaturated colors
Prompt: Realistic photo of an old, dusty, rusty radio on the cobwebbed dilapidated floor, small electronic parts scattered around, cracks and fractures on the wall, Fallout New Vegas style, golden ratio composition, black, gray, navy, blue and green colors, bleak nonsaturated colors
Prompt: blurry, grainy black-and-white vintage-style film photograph: A woman in her 60s sits on a simple wooden vintage chair in the center of a dimly lit room. She wears a modest, old-fashioned long dress, and her dark, now grayish hair is neatly styled in a classic bun at the back of her head. Her gaze is calm yet carries an underlying ominous intensity, as if she’s both observing and holding a secret. The room features wooden walls and an old cupboard behind her, entirely covered in thick cobwebs. Some cobwebs also seen in the upper corners of the room. Despite the cobwebs, the room feels ordinary—no other signs of decay. The scene has dynamic lighting that casts soft shadows, adding to the inscrutable atmosphere of quiet tension. The room feels frozen in time, balanced yet fragile. Dynamic lighting. The composition is balanced, with a low contrast, soft focus, visible grain and shallow depth of field. The mood is quiet, somber, and deeply uncanny—drawing inspiration from the eerie stillness of Ralph Eugene Meatyard’s photography.
Prompt: The scene takes place in the dimly lit back room of a small, Gothic-style parish church. The walls are adorned with intricate stone carvings, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and incense. In the center of the room, a lone figure sits in a worn, wooden chair, surrounded by stacks of dusty tomes and candles.
The figure is the priest, Father Michael, who has recently undergone a transformative change. His eyes are now an unsettling shade of yellow, and his skin has taken on a pale, almost translucent quality. His once-handsome features are now gaunt and tired, with deep lines etched into his forehead and around his eyes. His black clerical robes are stained with blood, hanging loosely from his gaunt frame.
As he sits, Father Michael's gaze is cast downward, his eyes fixed on the worn, wooden floorboards. His expression is one of deep sorrow and despair, as if he is mourning the loss of his former self. His lips are pressed together, forming a thin, white line.
The room is bathed in a soft, golden light that filters through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the floor. The shadows cast by the flickering candles dance across the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.
In the background, a faint sound of chanting can be heard, echoing from the main chapel. The soft melody seems to be a distant reminder of Father Michael's former life as a priest, now lost to him.
Prompt: A solitary figure standing on a winding path under a night sky, with a crescent moon peering through textured, swirling blue clouds, in a painterly style with visible brushstrokes. The scene is imbued with hues of deep blue and hints of green on the path, suggesting a mysterious, dreamlike atmosphere.
Prompt: In the heart of Eurasia, where the heavens kiss the earth,
Lies a boundless expanse of golden steppe, giving birth
To whispers of the wind and tales of ancient lore,
It's a land where nomads roam, forever to explore.
Majestic eagles soar high above the endless plain,
Their shadows dancing on the wilderness, free from restraint.
Silhouettes of horsemen race across the sunlit sea,
A symphony of hooves beating rhythmically.
Wildflowers bloom in splendor, painting the landscape anew,
Yellows, purples, reds, and blues, the color palette grew.
Snow-capped mountains stand as sentinels, guarding the land,
Protecting secrets held within their granite hand.
The steppe, a living canvas, shaped by the elements,
Enduring through time, its spirit never relents.
A place of beauty, strength, and resilience so grand,
This is the Kazakh Steppe, the heart of Central Asia's land.
Prompt: dark cosmic background with stars, large floating cube in motion, subtle glitch or distortion trail behind the object, muted teal and dark gray color palette with magenta accents, evokes spacecraft drifting through space, abstract and minimalist, bold modern design, melancholic krautrock tone, album artwork with geometric visual impact
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.