Prompt: There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!
Prompt: Sailboat
Take me somewhere that I wanna go
I wanna go
Sailboat
Take me where I never been before
Don’t care no more
Cause I’m so done
Fighting these monsters
Fighting to be free from this spell that I’m under
Sailboat
Take me somewhere that I wanna go
I wanna go, oh
Prompt: Sailboat
Take me somewhere that I wanna go
I wanna go
Sailboat
Take me where I never been before
Don’t care no more
Cause I’m so done
Fighting these monsters
Fighting to be free from this spell that I’m under
Sailboat
Take me somewhere that I wanna go
I wanna go, oh
Prompt: In the midst of a dark and mysterious black background, a wild Shire horse fashioned entirely from glitter comes to life under the captivating play of dynamic lighting. Its form shimmers and sparkles, casting a mesmerizing glow that dances with each movement. The glittering mane flows like liquid silver, while the hooves strike the ground in a flurry of radiant particles. This majestic creature exudes an aura of enchantment and magic, a mythical being born from the depths of imagination and brought to existence in a dazzling display of light and shadow.
Prompt: A watercolor painting with surreal creativity by William Blake. Falling leaves, an hour glass, wilting flowers and a setting sun to represent the ephemeral nature of earthly existence. An open gate between earthly and eternal. Budding tree and soaring birds to represent spiritual growth and renewal. Emphasise the eternal more than the earthly side.
Prompt: watercolor wet into wetMonet's fog and rainbow, impressionist style, sweet and airy psychedelic otherworldly, swirly waves have a fractal theme
Prompt: Envision a scene shrouded in shadows, where a solitary figure stands at the edge of a menacing forest. The trees are gnarled and twisted, their branches reaching out like claws, and the ground is covered in a thick mist that obscures what lies beneath. In the sky, dark clouds swirl ominously, occasionally illuminated by flashes of lightning. The figure appears trapped, surrounded by shadowy creatures with glowing red eyes that symbolize fear and despair.
However, in the distance, a single beam of light breaks through the darkness, illuminating a path leading out of the forest. This light represents hope and the possibility of escape from the nightmare. As the figure contemplates this beam of light, elements of the dark forest subtly begin to transform — the menacing trees gradually morph into gentle, protective guardians, their branches lifting to reveal a clear, starlit sky. The transformation hints at the potential for this nightmarish scene to evolve into a serene, beautiful dreamscape
Prompt: Picture an endless ocean engulfed in a violent storm, with towering waves crashing against a fragile, solitary boat. The sky is a tumultuous canvas of black and grey, echoing the chaos of the sea. The boat's occupant looks overwhelmed, their expression a mix of fear and resignation as they navigate the seemingly insurmountable challenge.
Amidst this turmoil, a faint glimmer appears on the horizon — the first light of dawn, symbolizing hope and renewal. Slowly, the storm begins to abate, the waves calm, and the sky brightens to a warm, gentle hue. The once menacing ocean transforms into a tranquil sea, reflecting the soft colors of the sunrise. Dolphins appear, playfully escorting the boat towards a peaceful shore. This gradual change offers a glimpse into how the direst of nightmares can transition into a hopeful, rejuvenating dream
Prompt: Create a terrifying monstrosity made from Luxury French Purses and Perfume Bottles and sunglasses and fashion dresses and fashion clothing and cash and flowing scarfs and ornate jewelry and high-end shoes and luxury branding: The fashion monstrosity is in a setting of garbage and industry and third-world workers: In the whimsical style of HR Giger and TIm Burton and Dr Seuss
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.