Prompt: Eclipse cult: Extraterrestrial beings formed from pure darkness, cloaking their sinister intentions. With their ability to bend light and cast impenetrable shadows, they strike fear into the hearts of those who encounter them.
Prompt: 1920s era. Barzai in villager's clothing stands alone amidst the jagged, towering rocks near the summit of Hatheg-Kla, his small figure dwarfed by the imposing mountain. The air crackles with unseen energy as a vision of pure terror manifests before him. Emerging from the swirling mists are nightmarish, otherworldly entities - vast, writhing tendrils of shadow that twist and flow with a malevolent sentience. Glimpses of glowing eyes, impossibly wide mouths, and limbs defying natural proportion coalesce into a sight that strikes Barzai with paralyzing horror. The mists part to reveal the true scale and alien majesty of these "other gods" - enormous, protean forms that tower over the insignificant human, a stark reminder of the folly of Barzai's ambition to behold the true deities of earth.
Prompt: blurry, grainy sepia-toned black-and-white vintage-style film photograph: A softly lit, timeless interior scene with a deeply unsettling mood. In the center of the room stands a simple wooden stool. Resting atop it is a large, full-head papier-mâché mask—blank, pale white, slightly cracked, with hollow eye sockets. The combined height of the stool and mask eerily mirrors that of a small child, creating the illusion of a silent figure watching from the center of the room. In the background, a worn wooden cupboard displays a partly cracked, old china set behind smudged glass. The wallpaper is faded, decorated with a repetitive pattern of tiny, aged floral motifs. To the side, a window framed by yellowing tulle curtains lets in a cold shaft of dynamic, directional daylight—casting dramatic shadows across the room. The room feels frozen in time, balanced yet fragile. Dust lingers in the air. No human figure is present, yet the atmosphere is heavy with implied memory. The mood is quiet, somber, and deeply uncanny—drawing inspiration from the eerie stillness of Ralph Eugene Meatyard’s photography.
Prompt: A grotesque-shaped shrouded figure comes out of a sepulchral vault. Front view. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Close to the ground, an ominous smoke is drifting out of the ajar door of the vault. A sense of dark mystery and otherworldly danger.
Prompt: In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, a small clearing emerges under the ethereal glow of a full moon. The silvery light spills through the canopy, casting an otherworldly luminescence across the forest floor, where a pair of ghostly, translucent figures—a man and a woman—gracefully waltz. Their forms are faint and shimmering, like mist caught in a moonbeam, and they move with a fluid elegance that transcends the physical realm.
The woman wears a flowing, spectral gown that billows around her as she twirls, its edges fading into the night air like wisps of smoke. The man, in a translucent, antiquated suit, holds her close, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. Their expressions are serene yet melancholic, their eyes locked in a timeless gaze that speaks of a love that has endured beyond the grave.
Around them, the forest is alive with subtle details that enhance the mood of the scene. Fireflies flicker like tiny, floating lanterns, their light adding a touch of magic to the dark surroundings. The leaves of the trees rustle softly in the gentle night breeze, creating a whispering chorus that accompanies the couple's silent dance. Shadows dance along with them, shifting and swaying as if they, too, are caught in the spell of this hauntingly beautiful moment.
The atmosphere is thick with an almost palpable sense of longing and nostalgia, as if the forest itself remembers the lovers and mourns their loss. The scene is both haunting and beautiful, a poignant reminder of love's enduring power and the thin veil that separates the living from the spirits of the past.
Prompt: giant hand emerging from under the ground, hand's fingers morphing into trees, surrealistic nightmare, earthy tones with pops of black and dark blue
Prompt: (color ink and pen illustration)
In a 1920s medical university lab, two elderly, distinguished professors of medicine engage in a tense arm-wrestling match at a cluttered table. Around them, educational skeleton models stand in various poses watching their duel. The dimly lit room is filled with test tubes, beakers, and vintage medical instruments, creating an atmosphere of scholarly seriousness and playful rivalry as the professors' faces reflect both concentration and amusement.
Prompt: (Create a color pen and ink illustration, dramatic lighting)
decrepit cellar, dusty and cramped, eerie atmosphere, withered furniture, faint glow of lightning, ominous big crack in the floor, sense of dread, anticipation, storm rumbles outside the window, seething mass of nightmarish dwarfed beings crawling out of the crack in the floor, horrific creatures, deformed, hairy, monstrous, leprous, they're running in furtive scurrying gait, silent movements, organic corruption, twisted bodies, contorting
Prompt: (Create a color pen and ink illustration, detailed linework, dramatic lighting, detailed textures)
decrepit cellar, dusty and cramped, eerie atmosphere, withered furniture, faint glow of lightning, ominous big crack in the floor, sense of dread, anticipation, storm rumbles outside the window, seething mass of nightmarish dwarfed beings crawling out of the crack in the floor, horrific creatures, deformed, hairy, monstrous, leprous, they're running in furtive scurrying gait, silent movements, organic corruption, twisted bodies, contorting
(by Guillermo del Toro, Behance)
Prompt: Surreal portrait of a strange figure with bold blue eyeshadows, with hands artfully posed around the face like a frame, all against a textured, vintage beige background. The figure is wearing a high-collared shiny black jacket, and the overall atmosphere suggests a blend of futuristic fashion with classic painting techniques.
Prompt: oil painting in the style of PJ Crook depicting three alone kids in full-head gas-masks, behind them the factories with smoking chimneys are seen in the distance, war zeppelin flying over factories in the dramatic sky, high contrast, strong contours of objects, (black, green, dark blue and red tones), perfect composition, premonition of war
Prompt: analog color photograph, hallway of an abandoned nightmarish hospital, old ambulance carts and wheelchairs, cracked and flaked walls, silent hill style, cold dirty bleak colors, indoor illumination, magical realism, nightmare and horror atmosphere
Prompt: a giant stone statue of an astronaut in the desert, digital painting, concept art, mystery, Magical realism, epic, dramatic, perfect composition, fathomless mystery, hereafter
Prompt: A family of ghosts sitting around the table in an abandoned mansion, on the table are candles and empty plates, sinister atmosphere, bleak colors
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) pencil sketch, ink and pen, delicate dirty colors, evocative.
Create the following scene:
bottom of the ocean, a young Vietnamese woman with platinum-blonde hair styled in a bun, she is wearing a diving suit and a diving helmet, she is walking along the ocean bottom towards a majestic underwater temple of an ancient civilization, a beam of light emerges from the open doors of the temple.
Dynamic lighting creating a mysterious enigmatic atmosphere.
Perfect composition, masterpiece, gorgeous, beautiful, awe striking, breathtaking, evocative, aesthetic, unique, HD
Prompt: Color watercolor illustration: middle-aged man stands alone in the vast arid desert of American Southwest, his suit and hat are disheveled, he's holding a handgun and staring into the horizon with a mix of regret and weariness. The harsh landscape, with sand dunes, jagged rocks, and scattered cacti, is bathed in intense heat under a deep blue sky. The oppressive silence and distant, hazy mountains emphasize his isolation, mirroring his existential crisis and inner turmoil in this desolate, reflective moment.
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.