Prompt: "For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."
Prompt: Through the smoke I see the trees
No one left for us to please
A perfect world where no one dies
Go to heaven with your lies
Wasted and confused
I walk around with a shortened fuse
A fire burns inside my head
Is this living or am I dead?
In my dreams I see the end
A perfect circle never bends
As time and hope erode our fears
I close my eyes for one last tear
Tomorrow may never come
Mountains clash in the sun
The freezing snow starts to melt
A quiet moment to myself
Reflecting somewhere on the past
I hope this feeling always lasts
A paradise we stand alone
Forgotten king without a throne
A bird takes flight
Now out of sight
The sun catches its shadow
Above in the air there is no despair
We are waiting for the moment
A darkened shadow hides my face
I hope I won't forget this place
This burning sky that we call home
In the end we stand alone
Tomorrow may never come
Mountains clash in the sun
The freezing snow starts to melt
A quiet moment to myself
Reflecting somewhere on the past
I hope this feeling always lasts
A paradise we stand alone
Forgotten king without a throne
A bird takes flight
Now out of sight
The sun catches its shadow
A bird takes flight
Now out of sight
The sun catches its shadow
Above in the air there is no despair
We are waiting for the moment
Above in the air there is no despair
We are waiting for the moment
Prompt: Awesome rendering of an Imperial Chinese junk ship with the Sydney Opera house in the background. “Byzantine Textile Patchwork" By Didier Lourenço
Prompt: Imagine a high-resolution image showing a fifth state of matter. It should look like a fluid crystal, shimmering with internal light and colors that respond to its environment. This matter would have properties of both a solid and a liquid, with the ordered structure of a crystal but the ability to flow. It should be set in a neutral space to emphasize its unique properties, with beams of light passing through and bending within the substance, showing off its reactive nature. The color palette should be rich and otherworldly, with iridescent hues that seem to shift and change from every angle.
Prompt: “Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!”
Prompt: "A sensuous of the shoulder clothing, A buxom female with blood red hair, alluring, her hyperrealistic reflective eyes with a alluring look, illuminating white alerbaster skin pleasure, gothic, no, visible, realistic oil paintings, , dark background, gothic bedroom, elegant, austere, Giger, gothic, mysterious, steampunk"
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.