Prompt: An elegant woman dressed in 1920s fashion (seen from behind), standing in a mysterious temple's courtyard, imposing columns, half-cloudy sky, sunlight filtering through clouds, hidden sun, intricate architectural details, unreachable temple entrance, surreal dreamscape, ethereal atmosphere, dream-like quality, detailed stone textures, enigmatic ambiance, soft shadows, surreal lighting, fantasy art style, dreamy color palette of blues, greys, and hints of gold
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: Eerie ancient Egyptian tomb, shrouded figure walks along the dimly lit corridor, hieroglyphics on walls, mysterious shadows, sarcophagus with ominous engravings, cobwebs, ancient artifacts, flickering torches, unsettling atmosphere, ominous statues, ominous scarab beetles, eerie red and blue lighting, dark shadows
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: There are two of us in the room: my dog and me. A terrible, violent storm is howling outside.
The dog sits in front of me and looks straight into my eyes.
And I look back into its eyes, too.
It's like it wants to tell me something. It's mute, it's speechless, it doesn't understand itself - but I understand it.
I realize that in this moment, the same feeling lives in it and in me, that there is no difference between us. We are identical; the same tremulous light burns and glows in each of us.
Death will swoop down and flap upon it with his cold, broad wing...
And that will be the end!
Who then will know which light was burning in each of us?
Prompt: There are two of us in the room: my dog and me. A terrible, violent storm is howling outside.
The dog sits in front of me and looks straight into my eyes.
And I look back into its eyes, too.
It's like it wants to tell me something. It's mute, it's speechless, it doesn't understand itself - but I understand it.
I realize that in this moment, the same feeling lives in it and in me, that there is no difference between us. We are identical; the same tremulous light burns and glows in each of us.
Death will swoop down and flap upon it with his cold, broad wing...
And that will be the end!
Who then will know which light was burning in each of us?
Prompt: Desolate, moonlit plateau of moss-covered rock and sparse vegetation. Abandoned trolley car on rusted tracks. Shadows cast by the faint moonlight.
Two men: One man in a railway conductor uniform raises his head and howls at the moon. The other man wears a motorman uniform and has a blood-red tentacle in place of the neck, that tentacle morphs into a white cone which is in place of the head.
Eerie, unsettling atmosphere.
Sense of mystery, dread and unease permeates the scene.
Overall feeling that something unnatural and threatening is present.
Prompt: eerie shrouded figure comes out of a hole in the ground. Front view. The vault is carved in the mountain slope covered with the moss and lichens. Following the figure, 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: Night time. A small, sparsely furnished apartment room with a bed, a desk, and a single chair. The lone window is the room's only source of light. The perspective is from the center of the room to the window. A man leans out of the window.
The night sky outside the window bursts with fantastical, otherworldly imagery. Swirling vortices of violet and golden cosmic dust dance across the frame, punctuated by flashes of eldritch fire. Opalescent, alien oceans churn in the distance, their depths hinting at strange, unearthly phenomena.
The man's body is now fully enveloped in the cosmic energies, his physical form merging with the swirling nebulae and star fields. His eyes are wide with a mixture of wonder, terror, and transcendent ecstasy as he is pulled into the boundless vastness of the dream-haunted heavens.
Prompt: Ominous woman in a nurse outfit in the hallway of a surrealistic nightmarish hospital, Silent Hill style, highly detailed and intricate, bleak cold rusty colors
Prompt: The scene unfolds in a lush shore bathed in the warm, golden light of a peculiar, multi-hued sunrise. A ((white man)) dressed in casual ((1920s fashion)) peacefully sleeping on soft, iridescent sand. His body partially obscured by a tangle of vibrant, strange-looking foliage. A thin, barely visible violet haze curls around the man's body.
Towering, spindly trees with bizarrely segmented trunks sway in a gentle, otherworldly breeze, their spindly branches casting dappled, abstract shadows across the landscape. The air is thick with the cloying fragrance of massive, unfamiliar flowers - vast carpets of strange, bulbous lotus-like blossoms in shades of pink, violet, and an unsettling, acid-green dot the shoreline, their delicate petals glistening with an unusual, opalescent dew.
Beyond the shore, a shallow, tranquil ocean stretches to the horizon, its gently lapping waves reflecting the fiery hues of the bizarrely kaleidoscopic sunrise overhead. The overall mood is one of serene, alien beauty and uncanny tranquility, as if the man has been transported to a secret, dreamlike realm far removed from the world he left behind.
Prompt: Desolate, moonlit plateau of moss-covered rock and sparse vegetation. Abandoned yellow trolley car on rusted tracks. Shadows cast by the faint moonlight.
Two men: one wears a railway conductor uniform, the other man wears a motorman uniform. One man raises his face and howls at the moon. The other man has a mere white cone tapering down to a single, blood-red tentacle instead of his face. He stands on all fours.
Eerie, unsettling atmosphere.
Sense of mystery, dread and unease permeates the scene.
Overall feeling that something unnatural and threatening is present.
Prompt: The scene unfolds in a lush shore bathed in the warm, golden light of a peculiar, multi-hued sunrise. A man dressed in casual 1920s fashion lies peacefully sleeping on soft, iridescent sand. His body partially obscured by a tangle of vibrant, strange-looking foliage. A thin, barely visible violet haze curls around the man's body.
Towering, spindly trees with bizarrely segmented trunks sway in a gentle, otherworldly breeze, their spindly branches casting dappled, abstract shadows across the landscape. The air is thick with the cloying fragrance of massive, unfamiliar flowers - vast carpets of strange, bulbous lotus-like blossoms in shades of pink, violet, and an unsettling, acid-green dot the shoreline, their delicate petals glistening with an unusual, opalescent dew.
Beyond the shore, a shallow, tranquil ocean stretches to the horizon, its gently lapping waves reflecting the fiery hues of the bizarrely kaleidoscopic sunrise overhead. The overall mood is one of serene, alien beauty and uncanny tranquility, as if the man has been transported to a secret, dreamlike realm far removed from the world he left behind.
Prompt: And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream-haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher’s window to merge with the close air of his room and make him a part of their fabulous wonder.
There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of gold; vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy with perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins and sea-nymphs of unrememberable deeps. Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without even touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men’s calendars the tides of far spheres bare him gently to join the dreams for which he longed; the dreams that men have lost. And in the course of many cycles they tenderly left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore; a green shore fragrant with lotus-blossoms and starred by red camalotes.
Prompt: Create the following image: 1920s era. Night time. A small, sparsely furnished apartment room with a bed, a desk, and a single chair. The lone window is the room's only source of light. The perspective is from the center of the room to the window. A man dressed in casual 1920s fashion leans out of the window. The night sky outside the window bursts with fantastical, otherworldly imagery. Swirling vortices of violet and golden cosmic dust dance across the frame, punctuated by flashes of eldritch fire. Opalescent, alien oceans churn in the distance, their depths hinting at strange, unearthly phenomena. The man's body is now fully enveloped in the cosmic energies, his physical form merging with the swirling nebulae and star fields. His eyes are wide with a mixture of wonder, terror, and transcendent ecstasy as he is pulled into the boundless vastness of the dream-haunted heavens.
Prompt: A group of villagers stands in the foreground, their faces etched with a mix of fear and reverence as they gaze up at the towering Hatheg-Kla mountain. The villagers are bundled against the cold, their simple peasant clothes worn but sturdy. They stand in a small cluster, some pointing up at the peak, their expressions conveying a sense of superstitious dread towards the ancient, untamed place.
Prompt: An establishing shot of the majestic Hatheg-Kla mountain peak, shrouded in a veil of mournful mist. The mountain rises imposingly against a bleak, grey sky, its rocky slopes covered in a dusting of snow. The peak is capped with wispy, ethereal clouds that seem to cling to the summit, as if the mountain is trying to conceal itself from the world below. Amidst the swirling mists, faint shapes begin to materialize - the ghostly outlines of strange, cloud-like vessels drifting towards the summit. These are the cloud-ships of the gods, ancient and otherworldly craft that carry the deities of earth to their sacred abode. The ships glide silently, their pale forms casting wavering shadows upon the mountainside, as if the very mountain trembles at their approach.
Prompt: A surreal dreamscape unfolds: vibrant violet skies merging with the room, dust of gold shimmering, vortices of dust and fire dancing, opiate oceans with unseen suns, mysterious sea creatures, noiseless infinity enveloping, dreamer carried to distant realms, uncounted days of celestial travel, arrival on a green sunrise shore, lotus-blossoms scenting the air, red camalotes scattered underfoot, cosmic dreamscape, fantastical voyage, ethereal and otherworldly, intricate and detailed, dreamy lighting
Prompt: Basement with the brick walls, a Lovecraftian monster is standing by the wall posing for a picture, a painter dressed in casual 1920s fashion standing by his easel, he is drawing a picture of that monster which is standing by the wall, the painter has disheveled grayish hair, enthusiastic facial expression, raw textured brick walls, sun rays get into the basement through the dusty window, window is in the upper part of the wall close to the ceiling, atmosphere of inscrutability, horror and the artist's absorption in work
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.