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: War spring dark portrait, woman behind the broken frosted glass, (tiny spring flowers and herbs grows from cracks:2), concept art, Paolo Roversi, Peter Lindbergh, intricately detailed, color depth, dramatic, cinematic, spring background, hope and life
Prompt: War spring dark portrait, woman behind the broken frosted glass, (tiny spring flowers and herbs grows from cracks:2), concept art, Paolo Roversi, Peter Lindbergh, intricately detailed, color depth, dramatic, cinematic, spring background, hope and life
Prompt: A striking contrast between struggle and divine hope. In a harsh, hellish landscape filled with symbols of pain and despair, such as jagged rocks, thorns, and a foreboding atmosphere, there is a lone figure. This person, amidst the surrounding darkness, is in a posture of deep prayer, reaching out towards a glimpse of heaven above. The scene around them is grim, possibly with faint representations of hardship like shadowy figures or twisted forms in the background. Despite this, a single, powerful ray of light from above breaks through the darkness, illuminating the person and touching their heart. The ray represents divine intervention and hope, creating a poignant contrast with the surrounding turmoil. The overall image conveys a message of finding light and guidance through prayer, even in the most dire circumstances.
Prompt: Envision an abstract landscape that represents a person's inner world suffering from trauma. In the center, a barren tree stands alone, its branches twisted and leafless, symbolizing the person's emotional state. The ground around the tree is cracked and dry, but there is a single green shoot emerging, indicating a glimmer of hope or healing. The sky above is a turbulent mix of dark, stormy clouds and patches of clear blue, reflecting the conflict between despair and resilience within the person
Prompt: A hand coming out of the ground holding a single detailed antique nautical compass.
The nautical compass is inside of a human heart. The background is of desolation and drought, the background also has an exaggerated rendering of Stonehenge. The sky is filled with billowing gray, white, and green clouds with massive destructive bursts of cloud to ground lightning. One rainbow fills the sky.
Prompt: A hand holding a human heart.
A hand coming out of the ground holding a single detailed antique nautical compass.
The nautical compass is inside of a human heart. The background is of desolation and drought, the background also has an exaggerated rendering of Stonehenge. The sky is filled with billowing gray, white, and green clouds with massive destructive bursts of cloud to ground lightning.
Prompt: Make a perfect iconic maximally wide landscape-oriented beautiful captivating dynamic expressive multicolored stylized abstract Art Nouveau and Bauhaus-style illustration for this poem BY EMILY DICKINSON, without any text or information. Avoid cliches and a sickly-sweet interpretation. Without any clouds.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Prompt: Thrown away
In the dark of night
Casting shadows
There is no light
The things we said
Are all but dead
Depressing visions
Cloud my head
A broken heart
That will never mend
The scars of life, they'll never end
The hopes and fears
The lies and tears
Withdrawel is hard
The pain it grows
This shadow plays
A tear on my soul
This faceless hope
Nowhere to go
I was waiting for you with open arms
No goodbyes
The pain lives on
Searching for you
In disbelief
As dawn approachеs
There is no peacе
Prompt: Textbook parental alienation,. A child’s cry a mothers torture, Surrounded with massive spirals , swirls, whimsical art,, mother sobbing, father arrogant,, mother passed away, resting in her coffin,
Prompt: The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not lack. He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul: he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me.You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies: you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
Prompt: Fancy style, emotional, moving, handsome, mature man, perfect, anatomically correct, in beige linen pants, blue linen shirt and hat, walks alone, pensive, on the sandy beach, looking at the calm, beautiful sea, perfect, anatomically correct, mixed , textured, layered collage, assemblage; Inspired by the work of Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, a surreal masterpiece, the entire composition exudes calm with an intense emphasis on texture, a dynamic pose expressing peace. hope. unframed. beautiful colors,
Prompt: Beautiful Pandora opens her Box and BEAUTIFUL things fly out of the box All of life's pleasures had been let out into the world. All we have left is Hope!
Prompt: ,Single figure playing a lute as he gazes up at the crescent moon and starry sky, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, light reflections, deep colors, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: Orozco's Testament to Resilience: Channeling the muralist style of Jose Clemente Orozco, create a powerful, allegorical scene depicting a small group of survivors—both human and animal—gathering by the polluted shore, their faces etched with determination and sorrow. They stand amidst the ruins of what was once a flourishing coastal community, surrounded by debris and withered vegetation. In the sky, a single, resilient bird soars above, symbolizing hope amidst despair. The composition is stark, with bold lines and contrasting shadows, capturing the human and environmental cost of negligence, yet also hinting at the possibility of redemption and change.
Prompt: Vietnamese tet New Year of the dragon made of crafted leaves, flowers, vines, moon with faces, koi fish, vivid multicolors including iridescent and opalescent colors. Vera symmetrical and intertwining Fantasy, folklore, celebration of good luck, blessings and honor of family.
Prompt: I can feel it. Rising up. A feeling I just can’t shake. In through the out door . We all just turn to ash and dust anyway. Full spectrum of color . Chaos everywhere.
Prompt: Fortunately, his time at the avian auguries was relatively private. He could be there, unnoticed, standing before statue of white dove of peace, immersed in his thoughts, hoping that he will still have a strong heart to withstand the loss.
mixed media collage, textured, layered, assemblage, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi on the edges of statue, backdrop the statue of white dove of peace. a white cosmic spiral lights, and subtle bokeh effects, the entire composition exuding an aura of hope, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose, unframed.
Prompt: A broken "rusty dented service robot" is just standing up from a stone full of hope, holding broken metal gears in its hands; perfect anatomically correct rusty hands, perfect anatomically correct rusty feet, mixed media collage, textured, layered, assemblage, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi on the edges of the gears with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of weeds and beer cans interspersed with paper trash and subtle bokeh effects, the entire composition exuding an aura of grief and loss, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose capturing hope. unframed. strong earthy colors.
Prompt: Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead. His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them. Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether. You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you. She shall be brought unto the king in robes of needlework: the virgins, her companions that follow her, shall be brought unto you. Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Prompt: "Her head was full of shimmering dreams and shadowy nightmares." Dreams in bright colors with faerie lights and glitter. Nightmares with shadows and smoke and cracks. Fanciful. Eerie. Spooky. 3D rendered lights. Watercolor dreams. Paint spatter nightmares. Highly detailed. Masterpiece. Bokeh background effect.
Prompt: (You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free)
Soft muted colors of raspberry pink, lavender and pale undertone of periwinkle Spray Starch & Alcohol Ink
Prompt: Tomorrow will come,
Dawn on a new day: An image of a beautiful sunrise, symbolizing a new beginning and the promise of a new day. It could include a path stretching towards the horizon, representing the journey ahead.
Tree blooming in spring: A tree blooming after a long winter can be a powerful symbol of resilience and renewal.
Calm sea after the storm: An image of a calm sea after a storm can convey a message of peace and tranquility after difficult times.
Joined hands: An image of joined hands can convey a message of support and solidarity, reminding us that we are not alone
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.
