Prompt: They say you're letting paper boats down the river, on each of them is written: "I'm waiting, but you're not here!"
Watercolour painting, pen and ink, realistic, dark fantasy, very detailed, eerie atmosphere.
Prompt: ((Dorina Costras, Joan Eardley, Jeanne Lanvin, Rimel Neffati, Justin Gaffrey, Edward Atkinson Hornel, Stephen Mackey)) All she ever wanted was to be loved, longing for transformation, will she ever again enjoy life’s sweet song? From the sun that ’round her roll’d in its autumn tint of gold, all the birds have flown up and gone.
Prompt: I don't want to be shy
Can't stand it anymore
I just want to say 'Hi'
To the one I love
Cherry blossom girl
I feel sick all day long
From not being with you
I just want to go out
Ever night for a while
Cherry blossom girl
Tell me why can't it be true
I never talk to you
People say that I should
I can pray everyday
For the moment to come
Cherry blossom girl
Prompt: Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You give me somethin' I can hold on to
I know you think I'm like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don't change your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
Jenny, Jenny, you're the girl for me
Oh, you don't know me, but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before, but I lost my nerve
I tried my imagination, but I was disturbed
Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don't change your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
I got it (I got it), I got it
I got your number on the wall
I got it (I got it), I got it
For a good time, for a good time call
Jenny, don't change your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, I called your number
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to? (867-5309)
For the price of a dime
I can always turn to you (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
867-5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
5309 (867-5309)
Prompt: The feeling of emptiness when you see others finding their half, creating their own universe.
You just feel empty and behind in life with everything and wonder why it was never meant to work out for you.
Prompt: create a watercolour on teh theme 'melancholy of old age.
Show an old couple sitting on the side of a bed, looking frail. They're looking out of the window, as if they long to participate in the outside world, but can't do so anymore since old age has robbed them of agency.
watercolour style in muted colours, painted on a rough paper with visible structure
Prompt: Chinese ink painting. This poem paints a vivid and emotional picture of spring’s beauty and transience, contrasting warmth and cold, joy and sorrow. The first part depicts a lively spring filled with blooming flowers, melancholic birdsong, and a playful breeze. The middle section follows a wandering figure through poetic landscapes, collecting lotus seeds under the moonlight. The final lines shift in tone, expressing longing and resilience—admiring the paulownia tree, wishing for eternal growth, and ending with a cold winter scene where unwavering devotion is questioned. The poem carries themes of nostalgia, love, and steadfastness in the face of impermanence.
The First Meeting of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan
Model:
AIVision
Size:
2688 X 1512
(4.06 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: The First Meeting of Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan (The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald): Jay Gatsby stands in his immaculate white suit, hands clasped, watching as Daisy Buchanan enters his grand estate for the first time. The room is bathed in the glow of a chandelier reflecting off crystal glasses, and a faint golden haze fills the air. Gatsby’s eyes are locked on Daisy, his expression a mixture of hope and fear, while Daisy, in an elegant flapper gown, smiles wistfully.
Primary Artist: Inspired by 1920s Art Deco elegance.
Enhancement Artist: Soft-focus golden lighting for nostalgia.
Emotional Impact: Romantic and bittersweet.
Additional Elements: A single green light flickers outside the mansion window, symbolizing Gatsby’s longing.
Prompt: A beautiful young woman with haunted eyes wearing a nightgown, her hair a tangled mess, in a large gothic room with high ceilings.
She is surrounded by shards of forgotten dreams containing glimpses of impossible landscapes and grotesque figures. She reaches out, her fingertips brushing against the shards of memory, but they slip through her grasp. Her expression is a mix of longing and despair, as if the echo of something beautiful and profound is just beyond her reach. by Deviant Lycan
Prompt: metaphorically galore, extreme real surrealist
The sailor, a figure dressed in salt and wind, with an eternal longing in the gaze. He is the poem that is never written, for its stanzas are written by the foam of the waves and the glimpses of the stars. The story whispers about his lonely guards, where the thoughts sail freely under an infinite sky, only broken by the mast's hook and the song of the wind in the rig.
Prompt: in the pressure of ionized steel and ethereal copper worlds apart from aluminum there lyes a metal that is not of a known substance wrapped with a girl living in a world of unknown
Prompt: in the pressure of ionized steel and ethereal copper worlds apart from aluminum there lyes a metal that is not of a known substance wrapped with a girl living in a world of unknown
Prompt: Angie, Angie,
when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie
you can't say we never tried Angie you're beautifull,
but ain't it time we said goodbye?
Angie, I still love you,
remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close
seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie ,
where will it lead us from here?
Prompt: Tears glistening in moonlight, a figure standing alone, surrounded by shadows, a delicate rose wilting, hands reaching out in longing, a somber atmosphere, subtle hints of hope in the darkness, soft and muted color palette of blues, purples, and greys, evocative and emotional brush strokes, a sense of longing and loss, by Vincent van Gogh and Frida Kahlo, Artstation.
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.
