Prompt: The sun came up on this wide-open land
I crossed my heart and took my stand
Dust on my boots, song in my chest
I’ve been broken—but I’ve been blessed
Every road taught me who I am
I didn’t quit, I learned to dance
Chorus
Still I stand—sing it loud, sing it proud
I’m still here and I’m not bowed
I laughed, I cried, I loved, I tried
I thank the stars I’m still alive
Still I stand—raise your hands
This is my song, this is my land
Verse 2
The rain came down on borrowed roofs
Turned old doubts into living proof
I lost some nights, I lost my way
Found my voice and let it stay
They said, “Slow down, wait your turn”
I smiled back—this heart don’t burn
Chorus
Still I stand—hear me say
Every scar showed me the way
I bend, I break, but I don’t fall
I rise again, I rise for all
Still I stand—hand in hand
Life kept goin’, so I can
Bridge
If I walk alone, I walk tall
If I stumble, I laugh it off
No crown on my head, no gold on my name
Just a beating heart and a fire inside the flame
Final Chorus
Still I stand—clap it out
Turn your worries into shout
We survived, we learned, we grew
Every dream we carried through
Still I stand—look around
We’re still singing, still unbound
Prompt: Alcohol ink. 16:9, An English Sydney Sweeney with long black hair, wearing a fall dress, no shoes, walking on a road near an abandoned barn. Back facing viewer. Wind blowing. It's fall in Vermont. warm BG.
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Prompt: Alcohol ink. 16:9, An Jewish woman with long black hair, wearing a fall dress, no shoes, walking on a road near an abandoned barn. Back facing viewer. Wind blowing. It's fall in Vermont. warm BG.
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Prompt: What a tin can along the road in one's own time what's the quick tub banging and as you go rally The spring sun will make it excited Then the brakes will not work it to whine his warts in his rush and flowers stop to pick up It's it popaloora, a talking car Poppalooora, talking car Poppalooora, talking car It circulates around Finland Was a popaloora before just plain Until you met a robot strange who taught it, among other things, to talk about After all, it is not suitable for cars at all If I want to go even to dance It says "in parking lots I don't start lying" it turned its beak toward grandma's It wants a tractor for hay work to help It's the popaloora, a talking car ... Just a gentle hand wash i get it to agree It says "I won't go rusting" In the sidewalk the day it bakes For tags, exhaust fumes smell and the police it blame the driver but While the car is opposed to the official If you don't care about formula, rally And you don't set up a car year model Search popaloora already from the stable cheap car, but driving expensive But on the other hand, it's nice You can chat with a few cars And if not always getting there so that excitement for life It's the popaloora, a talking car ...
Prompt: Watercolor depiction of a serene landscape, tall green grasses swaying on undulating hills, wisteria trees flanking a meandering dirt road toward a quaint white church, its stained glass windows catching the light, nearby a tranquil cemetery adorned with floral tributes on headstones, under a radiant sky punctuated by smears of fluffy clouds, digital painting, 3D effect, photorealistic textures, highly detailed, 8K resolution, volumetric lighting, ultra-clear.
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.
