Prompt: Mike stood there, a solid figure in the doorway. His short, practical brown hair, flecked with gray at the temples, framed a face that usually held a quiet sadness. Today, his deep-set brown eyes, which I always found handsome in a rugged, stoic way, looked at me with his usual polite curiosity. He was in good shape for a man of 45, his muscular, broad-shouldered build testament to years of construction work. He wore a simple, clean flannel shirt, but I could tell he’d probably just come in from a long day.
Prompt: Winter forest, moonlit night, a woman in a Russian folk costume stands in the forest among beautiful snow-covered trees and flying snowflakes. Snowflakes sparkle in the moonlight.In the style of Gzhel painting.Palekh.Warm light.Russian patterns.Vologda lace. An amazing illustration of a fairy tale.The style of Ivan Bilibin, Vladimir Suteev, Elena Polenova.
Prompt: The thing in the driver's seat. A male, semi-nude blueish body modeled with dark rashes and boils. Folds of excess skin sagged off its bloated frame almost like it was melting one of its double-jointed arms was pulling at my sleeve. The loose flesh that hung off of it wobbled and jiggled like sacks of trapped liquid. And then its face, the horrible, horrible face was creased with a clownish smile. Its gums were gray and infected with bent teeth jutting out of them. It looked bald at first glance, but a few straggly white hairs, sprouted from its blue scalp. One of its eyes, a pitch black sphere, was rotted in its cheek, like it had slid down from its socket. The only thing remotely human about the thing was the way it sat in the driver's seat. One ugly hand on the steering wheel, the other still trying to pull me closer as he reaches toward the camera.
Prompt: A powerful, majestic male figure with long, flowing dark hair and piercing blue eyes, standing shirtless against a mystical, vibrant background blending warm oranges, deep blues, and subtle purples. His face and body are adorned with intricate blue and gold tribal face paint and markings, emphasizing a divine or warrior aura. He wears elaborate gold earrings and layered necklaces featuring large, ornate pendants and beads, draping across his chest and shoulders. His muscular physique is accentuated with detailed, ancient-style gold arm bands on his biceps and forearms, with one arm raised slightly to showcase the jewelry. The background features swirling, abstract patterns reminiscent of sacred symbols and mystical energy, softly illuminated to create a glowing effect around him. The overall style is highly detailed and hyper-realistic, with a focus on intricate textures of the jewelry, the smoothness of his skin, and the luminous quality of the face paint, evoking a sense of mythological grandeur and divine strength. The composition emphasizes his intense gaze and commanding presence, framed by a luminous, otherworldly atmosphere that hints at divine or legendary origins.
Prompt: Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how!
Prompt: A vintage American pickup truck from the 1940s positioned in front of a weathered wooden wall painted like an American flag. The truck is painted in patriotic red, white, and blue colors with stars and stripes, matching the flag backdrop. The truck's body is rusted and patinated in a copper-brown color, with white stars painted on its hood and sides. The front grille has vertical bars in a classic design. The truck sits on concrete blocks in the foreground. The wooden wall behind it shows extreme weathering with peeling paint, exposed wood, and faded stripes. The American flag design on the wall features distressed textures and worn paint effects, creating a rustic, vintage aesthetic. The truck is positioned at a slight angle, facing left, and is a full-size pickup with a long bed. The overall composition has a weathered, patriotic theme with strong contrast between the rusted metal of the truck and the deteriorating flag wall.
Prompt: A digital art piece featuring a large butterfly with iridescent blue and purple wings surrounded by vibrant flowers against a starry space background. The butterfly's wings have detailed patterns of black spots and lines, with a gradient from bright blue to deep purple. The flowers include pink daisies, light blue roses, and purple blooms with detailed petals. The leaves are a mix of deep blue and purple tones. The background shows a cosmic scene with stars, nebulae in red and purple tones, and a dark blue-purple space setting. The overall composition creates a magical, ethereal atmosphere with a color palette dominated by blues, purples, and pink hues.
Prompt: Mike stood there, a solid figure in the doorway. His short, practical brown hair, flecked with gray at the temples, framed a face that usually held a quiet sadness. Today, his deep-set brown eyes, which I always found handsome in a rugged, stoic way, looked at me with his usual polite curiosity. He was in good shape for a man of 45, his muscular, broad-shouldered build testament to years of construction work. He wore a simple, clean flannel shirt, but I could tell he’d probably just come in from a long day.
Prompt: Black and white photography of a handsome muscular man with beard, shirtless, wearing striped shorts, barefoot, standing indoors in a modern minimalistic room, leaning casually on a counter with one hand, elegant confident pose, cinematic lighting, strong contrast, sharp details, high resolution, fashion editorial style, artistic monochrome aesthetic, timeless masculine beauty.
Prompt: October 12th, 1898.
The Old Girl’s bones are groaning tonight. Thirty years I’ve kept her lamps lit, felt her pulse through the spiral stairs, weathered gales that’d strip paint from iron… but this? This storm’s a different beast. A mad, roaring bastard clawing at the rock since yesterday’s dusk.
It ain’t just the wind – though God knows it screams like a thousand lost souls down the chimney, rattling the very plates in the cupboard. It’s the sea. Never seen water climb like this. Great black mountains heaving themselves against the cliffs, exploding into the sky higher than the lantern room itself. The whole tower shudders with each impact, a deep, sickening thud you feel in your teeth, followed by the deluge – salt spray like gunfire against the thick glass, even up here.
The light… keeping her steady is near killing me. The mechanism whines against the unnatural strain, the gale trying to wrench the lens off its track. Every half-hour, fighting my way down to the service room feels like a war. Leaning into the wind just to stay upright on the catwalk, soaked to the skin in seconds despite the oilskins. Hands raw from hauling fuel, ears ringing constant.
Down in the cottage, the sound… it’s not just noise. It’s a pressure, like the island itself is drowning. The stink of salt and wet stone, the kerosene clinging to everything. Found myself shouting at the kettle just to hear my own voice. Remember ’68? A squall compared to this. This feels… sentient. Hungry. Saw the wreck of the Marianne flash in my mind earlier – saw her bones in the white water churning below the point. Prayed no poor souls are out there tonight. Prayed the light cuts through this filthy murk.
Back up top now. Lamp’s holding. Brass fittings weeping condensation. Hands trembling – age or fear, hard to tell. Glanced at Bella’s old chair. Could have sworn I saw her face in the salt-streaked glass for a second, pale and worried. Told her, silent-like: “Still standing, love. Light’s still burning.”
But Christ Almighty… this storm. It feels like the end of the world trying to batter down our door. Hope dawn finds the island still here. Hope the light was enough. – Silas Crowe
Prompt: For the background, Create an intricate, abstract composition mimicking a close-up view of colorful, interconnected cells or stained glass. The cells are irregularly shaped, with highly textured, golden, smooth, vein-like borders containing shimmering flecks, and are filled with a palette of highly saturated colors that transition smoothly into one another, suggesting depth and dimension. Some cells should exhibit a cracked surface texture, and each should have a unique pattern. Toward the bottom of the composition, the cell borders thicken and become more pronounced, resembling molten gold with brighter flecks, as if partially liquified. The overall image should have a luminous quality with a dark, textured bottom edge that gives way to the cell structure, creating an organic, flowing feel with a sense of underlying darkness at the base.
For the foreground of the image superimpose the face of a woman with perfectly shaped features whose face is porcelain like outer edges that blend into the cells of the base layer.
Prompt: A man rises from a pool of liquid yellow-orange glass, kneeling and raising his hands and head up. From his hands, head, knees liquid glass flows, spreads in thin streams over the surface of a surreal landscape with the effect of boundless space, trees made of gold foil, & ∞ perspective, with visualization of descriptive geometry and Fibonacci lines intricate linocut depicting thin tree branches, in the original gold filigree, fast lines create an ornament, in the style of arabesque, figurativeness, light turquoise in the sky, detailed distinct lines of liquid yellow-orange glass, gasoline spraying, bold and shiny metallic colors. molten metal. Colors vary from iridescent blue, green, purple to golden and bronze tones with noticeable molten metal. The colors range from iridescent blues, greens, golds and bronzes with a noticeable turquoise hue at the top. The background should be fuzzy, with rusty colors and shadow textures that create the impression of a chaotic, undefined space. 3D reality: --layer_weights conv1_1:0.5,conv3_3:0.0,
Prompt: A stone that is cached in a stone which is cached in a stone... A twinkle of eternity in different shades of grey. But look: is there in the edge not crawling up a little pink? Like a bubbleling laughter :-)
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.
