Prompt: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: what it looks like to feel every emotion to the extreme, anger, happiness, love, hate, not being able to control it, the pain you feel on the inside is almost unbearable
Prompt: The mental pressure has accumulated to the point that I fear I may burst into pieces. Physical pain may be the last strand tying my mind to reality.
Prompt: Tears of pain and beauty, a person standing in a downpour of shimmering crystalline drops, each drop reflecting the emotional turmoil within. The scene captures a delicate balance between beauty and agony, symbolizing a heart in distress. The figure, surrounded by a cascade of iridescent rain, appears fragile yet resilient. Their posture conveys a mix of vulnerability and strength, embodying the realization of neglecting self-care. The colors play a vital role in portraying the emotional depth: old rose symbolizes faded love, sea green represents healing, glaucous green signifies renewal, vinaceous cinnamon embodies inner turmoil, and metallic copper adds a touch of richness amidst the pain. The composition should evoke a sense of introspection and catharsis, with the raindrops both cleansing and causing wounds, mirroring the complexities of emotional neglect. The lighting should be ethereal, enhancing the reflective quality of the raindrops and casting a soft glow on the figure, emphasizing the inner struggle manifested externally. This piece aims to capture the poignant beauty in pain, inviting viewers to reflect on the importance of self-care and emotional well-being.
Prompt: The pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
Prompt: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: brainscape, purple explosions, fantasy flowers, fluorescent pigment painting style by John Poppleton and Bob Ross; that uses fluorescent pigment to paint landscapes on head
Prompt: I watch in horror.
How long can I allow this to continue?
She spasms like an animal.
Life trickles out of her.
Oh, my heart.
Oh, my poor, darling b*tch.
Hungry - but I'm not the one who can feed you.
Sick - but I'm not the one who can cure you.
Broken - but I'm not the one who can heal you.
The one we love doesn't have the strength to get rid of you.
I will do what must be done.
Close your eyes ...
Just one prick of the needle -
and all will be well.
All will be forgotten ...
For you ...
Then, tomorrow, you will bound again in the meadows
searching so eagerly for the one who can feed you.
Prompt: The soldier's heart races as he faces the demonic onslaught. He feels the weight of his sins and fears pressing down on him, threatening to crush his resolve. His hands shake, and his grip on the sword falters. The whispers grow louder, more insistent, and the demons close in. The weight of guilt and regret manifests as a tangible burden on his shoulders, making each breath labored and each step heavier. His vision blurs, not just from the physical strain but from the mental and spiritual torment he endures. The demonic entities, grotesque and nightmarish, mock and taunt him with every step, their forms constantly shifting, reflecting his deepest fears and doubts.
Prompt: Eyes piercing with vengeance, tall and rugged man, medium-length dark hair, broad shoulders, deep gray eyes revealing grief, anger, and pain. Simple attire, early forties, solitary figure in an empty, dark room. Shadows engulfing, distant flickering fire casting dim light through a window. Background akin to a wall of memories, showcasing his lost loves. Emotive expressions, manly aura, ice-gray eyes reflecting turmoil. Visualize his past within the walls, a blend of memories and pain, a narrative of vengeance and sorrow.
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: Phoenix Angel
Honesty caused the meteor of emotion to destroy my soul
Like flames of destruction and heated coals
It took years to finally cool
To climb from the ashes anew
Like a rising phoenix learning to fly
Wings spread she takes to the sky
Soaring higher and higher flying alone
Searching below over land and stone
From the murky depths of disappointment
Arises an angel from the deepest firmament
Prompt: Aricos, the fearless Greek warrior, stands tall and determined in front of the nine circles of hell, his gaze fixed firmly on the underworld god Hades above. Armed with his strength and wisdom, he is ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead in his quest to save his dying daughter. Will he be able to overcome the dangers of the underworld and emerge victorious, or will he fall victim to the forces of the god of the dead? Find out in the epic tale of Aricos: The Desperate Quest of a Father's Love
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.
