Prompt: A young man stands on a winding dirt path in a vibrant autumn forest, surrounded by trees adorned with orange and yellow leaves. He has medium brown hair, styled casually, and possesses a slim build. His skin has a fair tone, and he is wearing a dark, button-up shirt and cargo pants, paired with a sturdy backpack slung over one shoulder. In his hands, he holds a photograph, while several other photographs float around him, showcasing different portraits of a young woman, each framed with a vintage aesthetic. The warm hues of the sunset cast a golden glow throughout the scene, illuminating the vibrant foliage and creating a magical ambiance. In the background, gentle hills rise, fading into the distance beneath a sky tinged with soft oranges and purples, enhancing the tranquil yet mysterious atmosphere of this moment. It's about the bittersweet nature of love, loss, and the passage of time. It can also be seen as a reflection on the importance of cherishing life's moments and experiences, even when they eventually end. The image is meant to express a sense of acceptance of change and a longing for the past while acknowledging the unpredictability of life.
Prompt: I'm gonna make a change
For once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right
As I, turn up the collar on
My favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street
With not enough to eat
Who am I, to be blind pretending not to see their needs?
A summer's disregard
A broken bottle top
And a one man's soul
They follow each other on the wind ya know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That's why I want you to know
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could've been any clearer
If they wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love
It's time that I realize
That there are some with no home
Not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me pretending that they're not alone?
A willow deeply scarred
Somebody's broken heart
And a washed out dream (washed out dream)
They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me
Prompt: Because I’ll always remember you the same
Eyes like wildflowers with your demons of
change
May you find happiness there
May all your hopes turn out right
Prompt: you rend the chapel of my heart as I come home in sorrow, ominous scruffy long weathered face looking down on residential street, silhouette of a man walking down the street toward the face | horror Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski | up portrait, ambient light, Nikon 15mm f/1.8G, by Lee Jeffries, Sally Mann, Adrian Kuipers
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: “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: “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.”
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.
