Prompt: Surreal art, front view: a boy with light skin and closed eyes, resting his head on his left hand, has fallen asleep while studying at a wooden desk. He has short blonde hair and is wearing a red sweater with black and red striped sleeves. On the desk, there is an open book with colorful pages and school notes. Above the child, as if it were a dream, a surreal moment, a white dove in mid-flight, apparently drawing water from its beak, it drops a fine stream, as if wanting to wake the child. The background has a soft gradient from dark brown to light beige, creating a warm atmosphere.
Prompt: Model: AIVision
Prompt: A beautiful woman sitting on a stool weaving a great tapestry that is made up of the universe and all the dreams within
Modifiers:
highly detailed elegant extremely detailed intricate beautiful award winning high definition crisp quality pencil sketch Golden ratio Alex Grey pointillism Ultra realistic H. R. Giger heavy metal Tom Bagshaw Volumetric lighting Ambient occlusion Astrology Full Body Length, Head-to-Toe CAMERON GRAY hyper-realistic,hyper-detailed fantasy art magic symbols ,D, full body image head to toe, in long elegant dress ADAM TREST
Prompt: Seaside Dreams: A portrait of a young boy with large, dreamy eyes, standing on a sandy beach, looking out over a calm sea. Behind him, traditional Japanese fishing boats and a Mount Fuji silhouette are depicted in the fine, detailed manner of Yoshida's prints. The boy's innocent gaze and the tranquil seascape merge to evoke a sense of peaceful contemplation and longing.
Prompt: Imagine if by magic in a timeless night, we could fly through the streets of the cities hidden by the beams of light, imagine snooping among the people, listening to their hearts and seeing their dreams... perhaps this journey would help us understand better who we are and where we are going and maybe change itinerary…, no text, no words
Prompt: She tries to hold on to the loveliest dreams to the end, a fragile spark of hope, a Melody of past lifes, thermograph, Bert Stern, Yves Klein, David Mack, Frieke Janssens, Morris Hirshfield, Vik Muniz, Mike Dargas.
Prompt: A down on his luck pianist plays, his fingers tracing the keys with a touch of melancholy. His tattered jacket hangs loosely over his shoulders, a testament to the countless nights spent in dimly lit clubs, chasing his elusive dreams with each somber chord.
Prompt: a heart in yellow and pastel purple, the heart is yellow on the left and purple on the right, in the middle the colours are mixed, black and dark background, the heart is glowing and shining
Prompt: the pictures is splitter in two parts, on the left hand side there are dark clouds and storm, black and red colours, sadness;
on the right hand side there are butterflies, flowers, fun, sunshine
Prompt: In life's grand tapestry, we find our thread,
A journey unfolding, where dreams are spread.
Through valleys of sorrow and peaks of delight,
We wander and wonder, in the day and the night.
Each step we take, a story untold,
In the book of existence, our tale will unfold.
With every heartbeat, a rhythm divine,
Guiding us forward, through space and through time.
Life is a melody, sweet and profound,
With harmonies weaving, both up and down.
Through laughter and tears, we learn to embrace,
The beauty of living, in every embrace.
In the garden of life, we plant our seeds,
Nurturing hopes, fulfilling our needs.
With patience and care, we watch them grow,
Into blossoms of love, that endlessly flow.
For life is a gift, a treasure untold,
A journey of wonder, for the brave and the bold.
So let us cherish each moment we're given,
And live life with purpose, in the heart we've been given.
Whispers of the Fallen Leaves - Pascals wager refuted again
Model:
AIVision
Size:
2958 X 1690
(5.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Outside the leaves are slowly falling from the trees. Black clouds are moving in, a storm is coming on.
Inside the confessional, Angel and I are playing games. I'm acting the priest, and she is the sinner of all my dreams...
Dreams, dreams, turn into a nightmare, "Nothing... nothing is forever", she said
"So many things are wrong in here, so many times I've lived in fear.
A year ago... I signed a sacred pact, and if you love me so will you".
Then she told me of the Pact, her tears were not an act.
And they were not alone, all my dreams... shattered to the bone.
I fell to my knees in prayer... but ohhh this is Hell.
Prompt: Free the mind and leave room for surreal and fantastic imagination and imagine and generate the half-length portrait of an individual whose head has no face because the face has disappeared leaving a void where inside there is the head of a doll, atmosphere nightmare, dreams on the edge of reality, strictly black and white to give greater emphasis to the situation, realistic and fantastic but also ultra detailed and realistic, crisp, background digital painting illustration intricate portrait masterpiece beautiful high detail crisp quality ultra detailed high definition,
Prompt: Neon Dreams and Desperate Prayers: A neon-lit street at night, alive with the hustle of city life. A figure stands under a streetlight, casting a long shadow, caught between hope and despair. The vibrancy of the neon signs contrasts with the figure's contemplation, creating a scene of inner turmoil amidst urban chaos. Use the Artistic Style of John Sloan, for his vivid depictions of New York streets at night, with a touch of Edward Hopper’s isolation and introspective mood.
Prompt: Father father did you trick or treat?
My bucket is empty but words on the streets
Had me had me in the guillotine
So I just keep on keep on breathing
Father father will I make it home
And carry my soul now my mind is alone?
Will you will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear?
When I get low
My my my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
A different kind of blues has infected my heart
Father father did you trick or treat
Did it come from your hands when they gave me the sweet
Sugar, sugar did I lose my mind?
Will I just keep on keep on dreaming
Father father will you be around
When my wings they collapse and I fall towards the ground?
Will you will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear?
When I get low
My my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
A different kind of blues has infected my heart
And it keeps on coming back
And leaves without fulfilling my desires
When you got nothing left to lose
There is nothing left to choose
It's a different kind of blues
And I ain't givin' up
No I ain't givin' up
Coz if the stars can shine a light
Then the sun must be bright somewhere else
When I get low
My my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
Prompt: She spends her days longing for adventures, wanting to be different but the Sun goes down without a change and the darkness always take her dreams away, Art by Leonor Fini, Mordecai Ardon, Guy Buffet, Becky Cloonan, Chris Bachalo, Zdzislaw Beksinski, Esao Andrews.
Prompt: drawing a natural landscape, trees and stars at night, on a beach of tiny heart-shaped pebbles, a starfish resting on the beach, multicoloured stars replace leaves and blue rose petals, all in relief with an ultra-detailed 3D rendering and vivid, muted colours, in the sky among all the stars the polar star stands out the brightest.
Prompt: Bridge of Dreams: A misty, early morning scene where a solitary figure stands at the midpoint of a vast, old bridge that spans a tranquil river. The city sleeps in the background, barely visible through the fog. The figure looks towards the horizon, contemplating the unseen future, as the first light of dawn begins to break. Use the Artistic Style of James McNeill Whistler, known for his poetic, atmospheric landscapes, combined with the dreamlike, soft-focus quality of Claude Monet’s impressionist works.
Prompt: I was on my spirit quest in the wilderness for many days and nights, when the great white buffalo spirit took pity on me and told me that my spirt animal was extinct, mountains
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.
