Prompt: Old wooden pier on the lake. A pear tree with fruits grows near him. An old wooden boat is tied up nearby. A quiet night on the lake. Stars in the sky
Prompt: The wolf stands in the middle of the forest on two hind legs in full height. In the image of a person. Dressed in a classic black suit with a bow tie. Candles are burning around. Wreaths of fresh flowers and herbs hang. Full moon.
Prompt: A Ukrainian Cossack sits on a mound in the middle of the wild steppe. Long gray mustache. Bare torso. Harem makers. Saber. A penetrating, tired look. Sunset.
Prompt: A pretty young girl lies in a wooden canoe. In a white nightgown. A penetrating, sad look. Big eyes. Long blond hair. Wreath of flowers and herbs. A canoe floats among the wild river at night. View from above.
Prompt: A wooden black violin made of intertwined roots and branches grows from the ground among the old trees. A disturbing night in the middle of the forest. Fog.
Prompt: An old wooden piano made from tree roots stands in the middle of an empty disturbing field. A stream of water pours from the sky on his keys. Fog. Full moon.
Prompt: Something far away, ghostly, barely visible was gnawing in the sky. Something, pale, light and uncertain, was waking up through the darkness and blackness. It was getting bigger. The nearby shaggy clouds lit up with a chaste blush. squeezed in a small chest. Menshev Destroyed He became insignificant and empty from the all-powerful. Another moment and the sky burst into millions of bursts of colors from transparent pink to heavy crimson. Vel
And under the sky, shaggy sheep and living field stretched infinity. She stepped out of the palette of the night and became obvious. Calm, majestic, strict, eternal. I caught my breath. I wanted to rejoice and cry. I wanted to fly high up the mountain and breathe freely through my skin. Every cell.
- Dad, what is it?
- The sea. My son
Prompt: Something far away, ghostly, barely visible was gnawing in the sky. Something, pale, light and uncertain, was waking up through the darkness and blackness. It was getting bigger. The nearby shaggy clouds lit up with a chaste blush. squeezed in a small chest. Menshev Destroyed He became insignificant and empty from the all-powerful. Another moment and the sky burst into millions of bursts of colors from transparent pink to heavy crimson. Vel
And under the sky, shaggy sheep and living field stretched infinity. She stepped out of the palette of the night and became obvious. Calm, majestic, strict, eternal. I caught my breath. I wanted to rejoice and cry. I wanted to fly high up the mountain and breathe freely through my skin. Every cell.
- Dad, what is it?
- The sea. My son
Prompt: Something far away, ghostly, barely visible was gnawing in the sky. Something, pale, light and uncertain, was waking up through the darkness and blackness. It was getting bigger. The nearby shaggy clouds lit up with a chaste blush. squeezed in a small chest. Menshev Destroyed He became insignificant and empty from the all-powerful. Another moment and the sky burst into millions of bursts of colors from transparent pink to heavy crimson. Vel
And under the sky, shaggy sheep and living field stretched infinity. She stepped out of the palette of the night and became obvious. Calm, majestic, strict, eternal. I caught my breath. I wanted to rejoice and cry. I wanted to fly high up the mountain and breathe freely through my skin. Every cell.
- Dad, what is it?
- The sea. My son
Prompt: Something far away, ghostly, barely visible was gnawing in the sky. Something, pale, light and uncertain, was waking up through the darkness and blackness. It was getting bigger. The nearby shaggy clouds lit up with a chaste blush. squeezed in a small chest. Menshev Destroyed He became insignificant and empty from the all-powerful. Another moment and the sky burst into millions of bursts of colors from transparent pink to heavy crimson. Vel
And under the sky, shaggy sheep and living field stretched infinity. She stepped out of the palette of the night and became obvious. Calm, majestic, strict, eternal. I caught my breath. I wanted to rejoice and cry. I wanted to fly high up the mountain and breathe freely through my skin. Every cell.
- Dad, what is it?
- The sea. My son
Prompt: An old man in a vest.
Petro Okhrimovych Kapusta. That's my name. Petro Okhrimovych. My father is Ohrim. He was a ferryman on the crossing of the old Milky Way. And his father, my Grandfather - Pavlo - was there before him, and his father, my great-grandfather Stepan - before him, and he also saw the real Chumaks, who took this route to the Crimea and back and paid well for reducing a little of his way through his great-grandfather's crossing. He built it himself. With your own hands.
Prompt: Night empty bar. A lonely old actor in an old tailcoat sits by the window and looks into the night. A tired wise look. Gray hair and gray moustache. Smokes a cigarette.
Prompt: A strong middle-aged man in a white linen shirt. Big green eyes. Insightful look. Gray short beard. A scar on the cheek. Sailboat tattoo on the chest. Standing in the middle of the night wilderness on a rural dirt road. Zori a village can be seen in the distance.
Prompt: A middle-aged hunter with a strong build and a double-barreled shotgun. Big green eyes. insightful look Short gray beard. Old classic hunting suit. Sitting in the middle of a wild field. a hare and a pheasant are hunted nearby. Sunset.
Prompt: An old yard in a Ukrainian village. A village man in old clothes sits on a wooden bench near the gate. A tired, heavy look. Peace and wisdom in the eyes. Tired hands.
Prompt: A young girl in a white nightgown climbs into the sky in the constellation of the Milky Way. Big green eyes. Insightful look. Long black hair. Tattoo in the form of the Big Dipper constellation. Wild field.
Prompt: Ukrainian lost distant village in the steppes of the south. Mazanka huts with a reed roof. Dirt road. A young girl in white underwear is walking along the road. Long blond hair. Big green eyes. A penetrating, gentle look. On the head is a wreath of flowers and herbs. A black cat walks by. The stars are shining. Full Moon.
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.
