Prompt: Determined Climber, Thorn-Filled Path, Steep Ascent, Resilient Struggle, Torn Clothing, Scratches and Bruises, Glowing Horizon, Blossoming Light Flowers, Hopeful Destination, Perseverance in Adversity, Dappled Sunlight, Trail of Resilience, Ethereal Flower Bloom, Symbolic Transition.
This visual portrays a climber's heroic effort to overcome a challenging and painful path filled with thorns, symbolizing the grit and resilience required to face difficulties. The journey leads to a hopeful destination marked by a beautiful, serene space where light-emitting flowers bloom, representing the reward and beauty that often follow perseverance through hardship. The contrast between the arduous path and the tranquil end point underscores the transformative power of endurance and determination.
Prompt: In the evening, in a small, barren and poor clay house, the risen Jesus Christ and the two Emmaus disciples Cleopas and James sit at a simple wooden table by the light of a tallow candle. Jesus breaks and shares a small flatbread, and the two disciples are surprised to recognize him.
Tales of the Brave Mouse: An Inspirational Archive
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Prompt: The magical flying suitcase was not just a means of transportation. It was a living archive that stored the mouse people's collective memory. Inside the suitcase were a multitude of small, hand-made books, filled with stories of adventure, victory and defeat. Each book was a portal to a bygone era, a window to the wisdom and experience of the ancestors.
When a mouse sought inspiration or comfort, they would open the trunk and carefully leaf through the dusty books. They could read about brave mice who fought against fearsome enemies, about clever mice who solved impossible puzzles, and about kind mice who helped the weak and needy.
The stories in the suitcase were more than just entertainment.
They were a source of strength and guidance. They taught the mice about the importance of courage, friendship and compassion. They reminded them that even the small and insignificant can achieve great things.
One evening, as a young mouse sat crying over a disappointment, an older mouse opened the trunk and took out a book. It was called "The Story of the Little Mouse Who Defeated the Big Troll".
The older mouse read the story aloud to the young mouse, and when he finished, the young mouse was filled with hope and courage.
The story was about a little mouse who was so small that the other mice often laughed at him. But the little mouse had a big heart and an indomitable spirit. One day a big troll came to the mouse town and threatened to destroy it.
All the mice were afraid, but the little mouse stood up to the troll. He fought with courage and cleverness, and in the end he defeated the troll and saved the mouse town.
Prompt: Looking into the abyss, the future is a myth
I'm holding onto hope, it's a problem, I admit
Letting go of my fear, a feeling I miss
The Devil is real, and I'm caught in his grip
Prompt: A single bearded knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail stands in front of an old stone Romanesque chapel and carefully holds in his hands a white dove that has an olive branch in its beak. It is a dark, gray sky full of clouds, but a single beam of light falls on the dove. Ivy grows on the walls of the chapel, and there are old, mighty and gnarled trees to the right and left of the chapel. The chapel has a Celtic cross at the top of the tower.
Prompt: Springtime, in a German Garden A cute brown tabby kitten and a cute gray tabby kitten observing hidden in a Bush curiously as the adult Easter bunny deploys colorful Easter eggs. The adult Easter bunny has a basket made of wicker on his back full of colorful Easter eggs. Trees and bushes on the edge, wildflowers and wild herbs, sunny spring day, some clouds. Europe, Germany, Ruhrgebiet, Westphalia
Prompt: And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. And they said among themselves, And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you.
Prompt: Series in 5 panels:
Panel 1:
Image: A phone with Facebook open. A message from "Narakul" lights up on the screen.
Text: "Narakul came to me on Facebook."
Panel 2:
Image: A close-up of the message from Narakul. It says: "I miss you dearly."
Text: The heart is pounding in the chest. A mixture of joy and sorrow flows through the body.
Panel 3:
Image: A flashback to a warm memory with Narakul. They laugh and hug each other.
Text: The thoughts fly back to the good times. The loss increases, but also brings a smile to the face.
Panel 4:
Image: The person writes a reply to Narakul. Fingers fly over the keyboard.
Text: The words flow out. They will tell Narakul,
how much they also miss them.
Panel 5:
Image: The phone vibrates. A new message from Narakul appears.
Text: Hope sprouts. Maybe this is the beginning of reconnecting.
Prompt: The scene shows a crowded dog shelter where numerous dogs can be seen in their enclosures. A sad little girl stands in front of one of the cages and looks at one of the dogs with big, sad eyes. The dogs also look back longingly, as if waiting for a chance to be adopted. The room is filled with the hum of the dogs as the girl stands thoughtfully in front of the cage, perhaps wishing she could take all the dogs home with her. The scene conveys a message of compassion and the desire to give the dogs a loving home
Prompt: SANCTUARY, FAITH, HOPE, LOVE, LIGHT: From the top of a tall building, the white Angel of Faith Hope and Charity Love, sitting looks down onto a city rebuilding after an intensive artillery bombing, in a landscape of ruins and destruction and dust people are helping people, God and His Angels are resurrecting people, it is sunrise, a new day dawning, Love abides, the angel is beautiful and thoughtful and prayerful and hopeful, long dress and feather wings, DIVINE INTERVENTION, drawn in the style of a romantic oil painting
Prompt: From the top of a tall building, a white angel sitting looks down onto a city in ruins and rubles after an intensive artillery bombing, landscape of ruins and destruction and dust, no one around, it is raining, the angel is beautiful and thoughtful and sad and prayerful and hopeful, long dress and feather wings, drawn in the style of a romantic oil painting
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: In the midst of chaos, amidst the cacophony of destruction, stood a lone figure - a girl no older than ten, her silhouette stark against the backdrop of an alien army advancing with ominous intent. Her eyes, alight with defiance, reflected the glint of the alien war machines as they thundered forward, their metal exoskeletons casting long shadows across the desolate landscape.
The girl, her hair tousled by the winds of war, stood tall and unwavering, a beacon of resistance against the encroaching darkness. Her small stature seemed inconsequential against the overwhelming might of the invaders, yet there was a determination in her stance that spoke volumes.
With trembling hands, she clenched a makeshift weapon fashioned from debris, a symbol of her resolve to stand against the impossible. Her gaze pierced through the alien ranks, unyielding in its intensity, as if daring them to take another step forward.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze, the air heavy with tension. The alien army, momentarily halted by the unexpected sight before them, hesitated in their advance. Whispers of uncertainty rippled through their ranks, their confidence faltering in the face of this solitary figure.
And then, with a roar that echoed across the battlefield, the girl charged forward, her cry a rallying call for all who dared to hope. Behind her, the remnants of humanity stirred, emboldened by her courage, ready to defy the odds and reclaim what was theirs.
Against all odds, in that fleeting moment of defiance, the girl stood as a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. And as she faced down the alien army with unwavering determination, she knew that no matter the outcome, her defiance would echo through the annals of history, inspiring generations yet to come.
Prompt: In a scene inspired by Louis Jover, above the ruined city, the crescent moon slowly rises in the sky, casting a gentle light upon the torn streets and abandoned buildings. In the distance, the silhouettes of people occasionally appear, wandering through the rubble as they search for signs of life in the post-apocalyptic landscape.
On one of the walls of the old buildings, a painting of a young woman is drawn, her silhouette enveloped in the shadow of the crescent moon. Her eyes, full of sadness and melancholy, gaze into the distance, as if searching for something unattainable. In her hands, she holds a folded paper bird, a symbol of hope and freedom in a world inundated with suffering and despair.
As the wind carries the scent of smoke and ashes, streetlights flicker like stars in the sky, casting shadows and light upon the deserted streets below. Some of the passersby pause to look at the painting on the wall, while others continue on, carrying the burden of their own thoughts and worries.
In the background, the distant rumble of thunder is heard, heralding the arrival of a storm that will blanket the city in its dark embrace. But even in moments of sadness and uncertainty, the crescent moon watches over all, providing hope and inspiration to those willing to embrace it.
Prompt: Bluebird: A majestic bluebird in flight over a lush, verdant forest, with rays of sunlight piercing through the canopy and illuminating patches of wildflowers below. The scene is one of pure freedom and natural beauty, embodying the song's themes of hope and rebirth. The forest below is alive with hidden details, inviting exploration and reflection.
Prompt: The Christian faith cannot teach despair,
The Pope should not say surrender to eternal evil,
It is necessary to fight, to cherish the slightest hope,
And one day tension will destroy Moscow.
Prompt: A young Palestinian girl with olive skin kneels beside a makeshift waterhole in the war-torn landscape of Gaza, struggling to draw water with a battered plastic container. The girl's head is covered with a tattered white hijab adorned with faded green and gold threads, a symbol of hope amidst the desolation. Her hair, tangled and unkempt, falls in disarray around her face, a stark contrast to the intricate braids she once wore. The scene is rendered with artistic precision, the background a chaotic blend of dusty rubble and shattered buildings, overlaid with the ominous shadow of military drones hovering overhead. Cool blue tones dominate the palette, interspersed with flashes of gold leaf that catch the harsh sunlight filtering through the smoke-filled air. Faint patterns of delicate lace emerge, reminiscent of a life that once flourished amid the ruins. Despite the devastation surrounding her, there is a quiet resilience in the girl's posture, a determination to survive against all odds. Her eyes, though tired and haunted, still hold a glimmer of youthful innocence, a beacon of hope in a world torn apart by conflict.
Prompt: The image in your eyes
Reflecting the pain that has taken you
I hear it in your voice, so ridden with shame
From what's ailing you
I won't give up so don't give in
You've fallen down but you can rise again
So don't give up
When the demon that's inside you is ready to begin
And it feels like it's a battle that you will never win
When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin
When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight
Lost in your world of lies
I find it so hard to believe in you
Can it be real this time?
Or just a part of this game that we're playing through
I won't give up so don't give in
You've fallen down but you will rise again
I won't give up
When the demon that's inside you is ready to begin
And it feels like it's a battle that you will never win
When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin
When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight
Don't let it take your soul
Look at me take control
When knowing to fight this war
This is nothing worth dying for
Are you ready to begin?
This is a battle that we are gonna win
When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin
When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason
When the demon that's inside you is ready to begin
And it feels like it's a battle that you will never win
When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin
When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight
I'll be your reason to fight
Give you a reason to fight
Prompt: There is always hope...
A female patient with cancer after chemotherapy in the hospital ward is lying in bed and looking with a light smile in the window, her eyes are full of love for life, in the window she sees blue sky, setting sun is pouring its golden light through tender spring leaves and pink flowers of blooming apricot tree. Bible and prayer book on the sidebed table.
Prompt: Oil painting, heavy brush strokes, A scared little girl with streaks of tears on her dirty face, dark hair, wearing torn clothes, sits in a corner holding a kitten closely in the rubble of a bombed apartment. Beams of light from the dust in the air emanate from the holes in the wall and broken windows casting dramatic shadows on the building rubble strewn about.
Prompt: There is always hope...
A female patient with cancer after chemotherapy in the hospital ward is lying in bed and looking with a light smile in the window, her eyes are full of love for life, in the window she sees blue sky, setting sun is pouring its golden light through tender spring leaves and pink flowers of blooming apricot tree. Bible and prayer book on the sidebed table.
Prompt: Hooded,cloaked male humanoid walks peacefully through a desolate, beautiful city of tall, sculpted glass spires. His face is deep in shadow under the folds of his gsrments, but his eyes shine brightly with peace and hope.
Spring has finally come to this cold, cloudy, distant world, and the sun rises through the clouds, showing that there is always a chance for renewal.
Prompt: The image depicts a bustling city street, filled with people going about their daily lives. Amidst the chaos, a group of protesters has gathered, holding signs and chanting slogans. In the center of the crowd stands a lone figure, their face obscured by a hooded sweatshirt. In their hand, they hold a bouquet of flowers, which they offer to a uniformed police officer standing nearby. The officer's expression is hidden behind a riot helmet, but their body language suggests surprise and confusion at the unexpected gesture of peace. Behind them, the words "Love Over Violence" are spray-painted in bold letters on a brick wall, serving as a powerful message of hope and unity in the face of adversity. The scene is rendered in Banksy's signature stencil style, with bold lines and contrasting colors adding depth and drama to the composition.
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
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.
