Prompt: A beautiful ethereal caucasian woman with long dark artistfully braided hair is looking everywhere for dreams in a big room. She's tired and her regal attire is broken in some parts because of it. Threads from her worn white nineteenth century clothing are visible Rainbow bubles are hidden feom her in some places of the enormous room she's looking into. By eryn. Many dustful medieval or steampunk artefacts are in her way in the half light of the night coming through high gothic windows under the high ceiling. Impression of graceful movement and urgency. Where are her dreams?!
Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((Create a stunning picture)), ((supernatural factory where dreams are manufactured)), Detailed and intricate artwork that blends elements of fantasy, surrealism, and futuristic themes. The piece should evoke a sense of wonder and awe, utilizing techniques reminiscent of watercolor, Patchwork-style of Tomasz Setowski, Jean-Baptiste Monge and Hayao Miyazaki. As create by Catherine Abel and Paul Klee , Use stunning color oil drawing.
Prompt: Lady with long blonde hair arising out of the water of a lake wearing a bejeweled silken gown... white and magnificent... holding aloft a magnificent broadsword, looking foward, mist on the water, very atmospheric scene... ... in the style of Arthur Rackham
Prompt: Masterful composition with dynamic lighting. An half asleep woman is lying on her back on an unkempt large bed in a big bedroom, her head hanging in a backward way on the side of the bed, ready to fall off to the ground. She is a beautiful ethereal european woman. Her eyes are gray and her fair hair is long with many carefully crafted soft braids in blue and orange colors and locks around her face. She is a bit dishevelled by her night. She wears nothing but a white sleeping soft yellow and green shoulder-off neosteampunk tank top with intricate lacy patterns. Her bare legs are up against the pillows on the other side of the bed. Her naked arms are merely hanging around her, she has an old book in her hand which is about to fall off. It's early morning and she is day-dreaming about dreams from which we can get a glimpse at on the two white walls beside the bed, like films projected in a small theater). On the wall above the bed, in the background, there is a big window from which an eerie light enters the room. It's windy outside, with a silent storm in the distance. In the foreground there are a few pillows on the ground and some nineteenth-century-inspired soft beige and lilac clothes with intricate patterns just lying there, from the night before. Awe inspiring. Vivid lighting from the window. Dynamic focus on the woman but liveliness all around rendered through a very thin drawing line overall. Impression of lazy days after or before very demanding times.
A person is on the balcony, looking at the waterfall and mountain scenery under the bright moon
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
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Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((A mysterious place in my dreams)), high resolution, intricate details, 8k, wallpaper, concept art, Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper. As created by Takato Yamamoto.
Prompt: A golden earring lost in the mundane of life,
A piece of metal, though joy hidden in it.
But it's only a glimmer of openwork, momentary,
Not like love, which lives in the heart, immeasurable.
Come here to me, I will share the feeling,
I'll wrap you in my dreams, with warm, sweet emotion.
I will kiss your eyes and lips gently,
I'll banish the sadness that's written in your heart.
I don't want to see tears on your cheeks anymore,
Only a smile that brightens the world.
Bad thoughts of despair will disappear like a shadow,
Stay with me, where love creates our dream.
Prompt: Anthroposonic dreamscoat with an AstroMaut of extraordinasty bravedress and shimmerling washrooms in a psychedentic state or land. Absolutely tasteless combination of creative styles and techniques.
Prompt: Life, light, dream. In the centre of darkness, an ethereal and beautiful woman in her thirties is the source of all lights in a forest of dead trees where darkness slowly backs out. Life comes of herel limbs, in the earth and in the air, and around her head is an aura of multicoloured serenity. From afar, her full body is visible, endraped in an intricate nineteenth century dress, with light trousers and ample tunique around her arms and wrists. She's a queen of songs in a land of silence. She's a lighthouse in the mainland. She's all the dreams of earth and of all life near her.
At the height of fast-food civilization, The uniform opinion, the automation of taste,
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
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Prompt: At the height of fast-food civilization,
The uniform opinion, the automation of taste,
The plastic feelings and the desire for high-tech,
The disposable relationship with the one-way frustration,
At the time of ready-made dreams from the dream factory,
The Mickey Mouse culture and the socket outlet music.
Prompt: He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Imagine a tranquil evening as the sun slowly bends toward the west, leaving shades of blue, gold and silver in the sky, as if the sky were covered with delicate embroideries of light. There is a silence in the air, broken only by the rustling of the wind in the leaves of the trees.
In a clearing, surrounded by twilight, stands a man, modest in appearance, but with eyes full of love. His beloved, a gentle woman with a calm expression, stands before him. Unspoken words and deep emotions can be sensed in the air. The man kneels before her, symbolically laying out something invisible on the ground - his dreams, his desires, his inner self. What he gives is not material, but is of greater value to him than all the riches of the world.
The woman gently crisscrosses the ground, as if afraid to touch the invisible. A smile full of understanding and gratitude is painted on her face. The entire scene is dominated by silence, tranquility and great gentleness. Moonlight illuminates their silhouettes, creating an atmosphere full of magic and intimacy.
It's a scene full of subtlety, where every gesture, every glance carries a huge emotional charge. Dreams, though intangible, become the most precious gift a man can give to his beloved.
Prompt: Desires the robes of heaven
If I had the embroidered robes of heaven,
Adorned with gold and silver light,
Blue, dark and dusky robes
Of night, light and half-light,
I would spread them under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
A fine blue mist beneath a woman's feet.
I spread my dreams under your feet;
Out of the mist little houses , castles, an island with a palm tree, children.
Step gently as you tread on my dreams.
The woman walks towards the kneeling man through the mist.
Prompt: He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Imagine a tranquil evening as the sun slowly bends toward the west, leaving shades of blue, gold and silver in the sky, as if the sky were covered with delicate embroideries of light. There is a silence in the air, broken only by the rustling of the wind in the leaves of the trees.
In a clearing, surrounded by twilight, stands a man, modest in appearance, but with eyes full of love. His beloved, a gentle woman with a calm expression, stands before him. Unspoken words and deep emotions can be sensed in the air. The man kneels before her, symbolically laying out something invisible on the ground - his dreams, his desires, his inner self. What he gives is not material, but is of greater value to him than all the riches of the world.
The woman gently crisscrosses the ground, as if afraid to touch the invisible. A smile full of understanding and gratitude is painted on her face. The entire scene is dominated by silence, tranquility and great gentleness. Moonlight illuminates their silhouettes, creating an atmosphere full of magic and intimacy.
It's a scene full of subtlety, where every gesture, every glance carries a huge emotional charge. Dreams, though intangible, become the most precious gift a man can give to his beloved.
Prompt: When it's time to go to sleep, the dusk will quietly drift away,
A dreamy mist will envelop me, like a soft mold.
The weight of daily cares will vanish, The quiet whisper will die away,
And the soul will flow in peace where there are no tears.
Darkness will close its eyes, time will cease to run,
In the embrace of the night I will rest, like the sea's end.
Before the dawn comes, I will fall asleep in the golden sheets of dreams,
And my heart will at last find peace in the eternal white.
Do not be afraid of this silence, it is not the end of the roads,
It is but a small moment to rest again.
When it's time to go to sleep, wait without fear,
For a new day will awaken you in luminous rapture.
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A woman reads a book amidst lush greenery with bookshelves and a distant mountain under a clear sky.
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: The pages of books are fertile soil for dreams. Dreams nourish the soul, just like sunlight nourishes plants. As long as there are dreams, life will grow., contemporary Japanese art style, modernist style, line drawing, cold feeling, Japanese style color matching, accurate and detailed structural design, flat illustration, In style illustration by hajime sorayama and katsuhiro otomo, cartoonish lithographs.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Navigating the Depths: Understanding Emotional Triggers
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
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.
