Prompt: In the heart of a digital oasis, amidst an azure ocean backdrop, stands a modern interpretation of Venus. She, a chic bikini-clad model, gracefully adorns an exotic beach, enveloped in diaphanous teal fabric, reminiscent of Botticelli's iconic masterpiece, "The Birth of Venus." Turquoise waves dance, mirroring the celestial choreography above. Each crest carries the essence of spray, while whitecaps frolic in the embrace of the shoreline, echoing the movements of a world alive with anticipation. A symphony of vibrant hues, captured in oil on canvas, infuses the scene with crisp quality and vivid color, evoking the spirit of Sandro Botticelli's intricate star constellations, now reimagined in a digital age.
Prompt: Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh
Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt, and
See if she can handle every family burden
Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks, no mistakes
Prompt: In the middle of a 1920 street. Combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters, powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Prompt: I thought it would be fun and games (it would be fun and games)
Instead it's all the same (instead it's all the same)
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me
No, not again
It's quite deceiving
As I'm feeling the flesh make me bad
Prompt: The colder the night, the warmer your hands hold
Held in your arms, the hole in my head grows whole
And I don't want to die alone, but I don't wanna die at all
I'm not gonna keep you by the phone, dear
Hang up when you've had enough, too much to talk
Call me when you're coming down, call me when you hang
All is well that ends well, but all is well that ends
Prompt: What you want from a devil like me, devil like me?
You see, the devil don't mean to be evil
He just regrettably forgets to exceed expectation
Holes riddled in your head, little bit of lead
Shake it out and line silhouette
Miss me when you, you wish weren't kind of glad
Shake me all out when you're done, for you, for you
Shake it all out when I'm gone, I, for you
Is the devil so bad if he cries in his sleep, while the earth turns
And his kids learned to say, "fuck you", they don't love you
Does the devil get scared if she dies in her dreams, while the earth burns?
She cries cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?
What do you want from a devil like me, am I like you?
Prompt: Feeling like a freak on a leash (you wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release (so do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free, is free
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You'll never see me fall from grace
Prompt: If I'm the cause of all your sickness and pain
Then I'll bury my face in the all of dirty shame
If this is just what's getting you so out of touch
Then why don't you just go ahead and
Why don't you just go ahead and (go ahead and)
Blame it on this southern weather
Blame it on anything
It's not like you to ask small favors
You can blame me for everything
Prompt: Johann Wol/gang Goethe
Mahomets-Gesang
Jünglingfrisch
Tanzt er aus der Wolke
(1772/73)
generiere aus diesem gedicht eine interprétations bild was von einem 10 kläsler gezeichnet wird der nicht so gut zeichnen kan aber man trotzdem erkennen kannn es sol auf die einzelnen geschehnisse eingehen aber nicht offensichtlich das das ai ist
Prompt: In the middle of a jungle. Oil painting, Combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters, powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Prompt: In The Middle Of Summer! Oil Painting combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters,powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Prompt: Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass
Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back
A little white light in a sea gone black
My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass
You can't change me, can you save me?
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart in all the right ways
And no, I don't mind, clean eyes
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart and breaking my chains
And I don't know why, clean eyes
(Clean eyes)
Prompt: MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE
I GOT 5 fingers don't you lie to me
2 door super nova
Champagne Cheverol
Chrome pully 4 speed
With the Rear drum brakes
6 Q Oil Pan. Blade Cooly Fan
Stock steel big wheel
With my dik in my hand
405 to the 101
Im in the gt 2 smokin in the sun
With the fat fish tail
And the paint job custom,
Who need women,
I got whips I love em
1978 FORD f 150 4 x 4 with the black plate
Gun metal your blood about to settle
I'm flying off a clif with my pinky on the pedal
Like a devil heat up the kettle anothe level
I disheveled the whole endeavor
I'm wearing leather in my new g t r m Benz
With the 5 0 HP 6 K RMP
Prompt: You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
God I sure hope you are dead.
Well you disappeared so often
Like you dissolved into coffee.
Are you here right now
Or are there probably fossils under your meat?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
God I sure hope you are dead.
Now the blow's been softened,
Since the air we breathe's our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened,
Since the ocean is our coffin.
Often times you know our laughter
Is your coffin ever after.
And you know the blow's been softened,
Since the world is our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened
Since we are our own damn coffins.
Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists.
Everybody's talkin' about death.
You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.
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.
