Prompt: Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway
Prompt: I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Prompt: I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Prompt: Vintage urban scene, solitary figure in town square, vintage wooden chair with man smoking a cigar, coffee table nearby, light rain falling, empty cobblestone square, old-fashioned architecture, subdued color palette, realistic style with detailed textures, serene and contemplative mood, leisurely activity captured artistically, evocative lighting for rainy day aesthetic.
Prompt: In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an angel living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
Prompt: An impressionist impasto painting with visible brush strokes and paint stains, a wide view of a man sitting on bech and having good time, smoking cigar relaxing, in the style of William Oxer + Pierre-Auguste Renoir + Nick Alm gouache, palette knife, layered paint, textured, masterpiece, art, atmospheric, dreamy surrealism, romantic impressionism, octane rendering, unreal engine 5, thick paint, oil paint, expressionism, palette style, abstract realism, detailed brushstrokes
Prompt: An impressionist impasto painting with visible brush strokes and paint stains, a wide view of A tired, exhausted, jesus christ sits alone on the cold stone under olive tree. His head is bowed. Looking at the him,we understand that a sleepless night is behind us and a long journey through the darkness. Dawn comes and this journey comes to an end, in the style of William Oxer + Pierre-Auguste Renoir + Nick Alm gouache, palette knife, layered paint, textured, masterpiece, art, atmospheric, dreamy surrealism, romantic impressionism, octane rendering, unreal engine 5, thick paint, oil paint, expressionism, palette style, abstract realism, detailed brushstrokes
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Prompt: I don't believe in Satan,
But he believes in me,
He's ever so patiently waiting,
To sharpen his teeth,
Praying on the blood with faith in only what they see
Prompt: I don't believe in Satan,
But he believes in me,
He's ever so patiently waiting,
To sharpen his teeth,
Praying on the blood with faith in only what they see
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.
