Prompt: Night river bank. Bonfire. Two fishermen. A fishing net catches the moon. Far out in the middle of nowhere. The stars are reflected in the river.
Prompt: Ukrainian night. Rural mud hut houses. Light in the windows. Stars. The old man puts the roof on the ladder and goes up to the Moon. Silence. Yearning. Loneliness.
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 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: A small village in the forest under the starry sky. Lights in the windows. Fog, feeling of anxiety. Something strange is hiding in the darkness
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: 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: Night sea. A wooden house in a boat floats in the sea. There is a soft light burning in the house. Waves crash against the side of the boat. Somewhere in the depths the mysterious eyes of an underwater monster are visible.
Prompt: An old fisherman weaves a net on the porch of a wooden house. Hands are wrinkled. The river bank approaches his threshold. Evening. Yearning. Sadness. The stars are reflected in the water. A kerasine lamp illuminates the old man's face. He was left alone
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: Still life. Autumn dinner at the farm. Round table on the street. On the table there is milk, cheese, eggs, nuts, honey, pears, apples, fried fish, homemade bread.
Prompt: An old gunsmith smokes a rolled-up cigarette. Sitting on a ferry across the river. Tired, heavy look. Wise eyes. Old clothes. Loneliness. Yearning
Prompt: A rural man with a glass sits alone at the table. The moon looks out the window. The stars are reflected in the faceted glass. Smoking a cigarette and looking out the window. Sadness. Loneliness. Yearning
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.
