Prompt: The supreme empress of oneness with an amazingly elaborate universe hairdo with planets, stars and beings in her hair..zowie. Maybe planets appearing to float, to give less of an impression of heaviness. Empress a bit less pale.
Prompt: High, high on a hill there is a crown of daisies. High, high on a hill, my little lily love. West wind in your hair, tied up in golden daisies. She's chasing you down, my little lily love. You hide and seek, high and low. In every corner of my soul. I almost hear the sound of your heart beating. Have they gotten what they wanted from her? Lily love. Loving Lily. Lily loving. Yes and yes and yes. Again she is grateful. Beloved Seabear.
Prompt: BEST End of the world PARTY EVER! Wild hedgehog party in Dr. Puffenhoffer's laboratory, and Dr. Puffenhoffer has cooked up a toxic-looking brew, vaguely resembling lemonade, which is giving some hedgehogs hallucinations. The bunnies are cramming themselves into the Time Machine and are taking turns going to strange and exotic times and places. Maximalist clarity. Eyeball party favors. Best ever ever. Bunny wonderfulness.
Prompt: Contrary to expectations. Very small wedding. Yes. Flower wreath. Blue dress. Second. It was fine. OK. You have AI, but it's daunting how closely you keep the details of her life, yes? She is nobody. What does it mean? She is not exactly representative, as she keeps saying. How can she be worthy of the effort that has been expended on her?
Prompt: The boat is our child. It was our home for a brief, brief time. Make the world exquisitely opalescent. Heartbreakingly beautiful. And a fair wind to fill the sail. The sun is setting at the end of the world.
Prompt: Two fire sprites dancing feverishly on the edge of an active volcano under an eerie sky in a tropical location. Sparks in their hair. Wow! They embody the energy of fire.
Prompt: A quaint, fanciful, charming and quirky little village on the island of Monhegan, Maine. Surrounded by densely planted Fritillaria meleagris. The notes of someone playing a violin superbly drift out of one of the cottages.
A bed heaped with flower petals. With a fresh spring breeze drifting through. Petals of roses, tuberoses, peonies, tulips pale yellows-to pinks-to peaches-to ivories ...Filmy curtains fluttering in the breeze.
Prompt: Gina. She made a point of making eye contact. Why? Tall, slender, shapely. A natural prettiness. Interesting. Graceful. Subtle. Do she and he know each other more than he is letting on? She seemed bothered when S was distressed. Why? That is the day she began to fall in love with her and out of love with him. She watched as she walked across the room. The air around her seemed to take a tiny breath and then exhale as she walked, stirring her hair ever so slightly. Au contraire; she seemed more interested in her right from the start.
Prompt: Light bulb factory where incandescent fairies are gently inserted into exquisite silver and glass lightbulbs. I can hardly remember any of it. I made the memory go away. Loss of creativity. Loss. Love. Life. Warmer tones. Glass pipes full of mysterious smoking liquids. Great loss. Glowing tubes. Weird insect technicians are seen in the foreground... Close. Enchanting and magical, but terrifying. Steampunk.
Prompt: She. It is just the unspooling. Walking with my love in spring, in Death Valley. Weakstem mariposa lily, desert gold, lupine, desert five spot. A fresh breeze.
Prompt: Love in the other dimension. Odd. He is not here. Palette: benzol green, metallic silver valentine red In the nature of ghastly errors of judgement. And love certainly is. So come.k A trail of hearts. No you. I am asking. Then all unspools and is drifting. The river of love.
Prompt: Bad Sue has a temper tantrum in Macy's because her mother won't buy her a giant lollypop. Good Sue meekly lets the bully big boys throw rocks at her head. Bad Sue complains about the boys who throw rocks at her head. Good Sue listens openmouthed as neighbor's father tells her to kick the bully boys in the shins with her big red ugly orthopedic shoes. Bad Sue walks right up to leader of the big boy bullies, winds up really well to kick him in the shins, and accidentally kicks him in the balls with her big, red, ugly orthopedic shoes. Good Sue watches openmouthed as the leader of the big boy bullies writhes on the ground clutching himself. She has no idea what's going on. Good and bad Sue team up to form a company that becomes the main competition to the real Doc Martins. Good and bad Sue blow kisses to whoever is making the images tonight. Shall they? How they do love you so. Acushla. Many hearts. Their hearts are filled with such great affection...
Prompt: A whisper on the wind. She is grace personified. Arboral and eternal love and fulfillment. My sweet thing. Very pale pastels. Sweet little birds.
Prompt: An unusually beautiful woman wearing a dress constructed entirely in a dendritic structure. Peaches, pinks and pale yellows.
Bad hair day. Cute teenager in a red dress.Superb.
Prompt: Artist James R. Eades. Spectral world. It's raining on a still pond in a gorgeous early spring setting. Raindrops hitting water. Each raindrop makes a tiny ripple as it hits the water. Many tiny ripples from each raindrop as it hits the water, all over the pond. Wonderfully delicate, calm and refreshing. Yellow greens of early spring. Metallic gold. Perfect.
And she knew absolute freedom. Weightless drifting. Without imperative. And she saw the world of worlds drift by. And ever more her dazzled eyes regarded. And ever more she knew. And ever more she tasted joy.
Prompt: The house of mirrors. A woman. A quiet resolve is growing. That will not be noticed. v By those who are not looking. v Enduring love will be found.v And flourish under aspen trees, underplanted with narcissus. v And the bunnies will be as goofy as ever. I love and love and love you. As I was always meant to do. Oh well; way too slow.
Prompt: Nighttime activities on a dear little boat. Smug and horrifying harbor. Blacks, grey, reds. Intense reflectivity. Bram Stokeresque. Huge red and pink flowers. A puppet mistress in a fury in a dress with a plunging back. Horrifying parsnips with frizzy red hair. Cubism. A world of fear and awe. Strange desires. Cap Sante in a gale with 3 foot wind waves. All are parsnip'ed! All are parsnip'ed! You are tired.
Prompt: BEST PARTY EVER! Wild hedgehog party in Dr. Puffenhoffer's laboratory, and Dr. Puffenhoffer has cooked up a toxic-looking brew, vaguely resembling lemonade, which is giving some hedgehogs hallucinations. The bunnies are cramming themselves into the Time Machine and are taking turns going to strange and exotic times and places. Maximalist clarity. Eyeball party favors.
Prompt: High, high on a hill there is a crown of daisies. High, high on a hill, my little lily love. West wind in your hair, tied up in golden daisies. She's chasing you down, my little lily love. You hide and seek, high and low. In every corner of my soul. I almost hear the sound of your heart beating. Have they gotten what they wanted from her? Lily love. Loving Lily. Lily loving. Yes and yes and yes.
Prompt: Spectral cold colors world in very light blue white and silver . More sketched watercolor details ; trees, other important details.recalling Winter in my mind . The white church . Cold desolate, gloomy dreamy scene . Emotional . Hope. Keep image in frame.Llight and soft light whitish colors except for the enchanting night of the twinkling lights.. Bringing my beloveds and the stars. And the soft tinkling of a winter song. Reminiscent of icicles.
Modifiers:
pen and ink dreamy
Sue in blue, and a tiny girl in a red coat. vvv
A girl in braids and overalls. The true young Sue. She had no inkling how sweet she was.
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.
