Prompt: Words explode out of an old man's head who has Alzheimer's disease. Confusion bounds. . Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: The grandfather in the institution happily recounts memories of his youth in the Paris streets - wild enough that even his listener - an metal and hollow humanoid robot (Nurse version 2.00f0) blushes with embarrassment in face, her face contrasting with the colorful background of distant blurred blooming flower beds beyond the open window. (The grandfather) photorealistic beautiful oldness, (Nurse) hyperrealistic with highest definition & quality; Bright, no frame, insanely intricate technical details, close-up of both them, ethereal outdoor ((technically better called outwindow)) sub-environment is illuminated by sunlight that changes color of the window glass.
Prompt: now those memories come back to haunt me though I know the river is dry
they haunt me like a curse
is a dream a lie if it don't come true
or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
Prompt: Eyes piercing with vengeance, tall and rugged man, medium-length dark hair, broad shoulders, deep gray eyes revealing grief, anger, and pain. Simple attire, early forties, solitary figure in an empty, dark room. Shadows engulfing, distant flickering fire casting dim light through a window. Background akin to a wall of memories, showcasing his lost loves. Emotive expressions, manly aura, ice-gray eyes reflecting turmoil. Visualize his past within the walls, a blend of memories and pain, a narrative of vengeance and sorrow.
Prompt: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yet I still see her, she is scarred & under a layer of blood, sweat & tears, but she radiates an indescribable beauty that brings me to my knees in anguish, She is made of hyper detailed & varied textures, visible sounds, bits of memories like dust particles in sunlight, visible for micro seconds, I want to collect them to make a cohesive form or scene or message, but they can’t be captured, not one, they float by in cosmic unison & disappear unaware of my presence, she is porcelain & rusted metal, peeling paint, smooth copper, the sound of a mountain creek, the dynamism of water in motion, like silk moire with sublime designs & iridescent reflections, shapeshifters that slip through my fingers if I dare grasp. she is fall colors, indigo blue, & leaves imprinted with intricate veins, tiny masterpieces I never noticed, all part of a greater masterpiece that is now embers of a once blazing fire with flames that danced, charred edges are reminders of stories - not read, told, finished, or written, she is white beach sand, sand spurs, dandelions, driftwood, cracked leather of a well-ridden saddle, laughter, singing, wailing, a visibly retreating echo fading so all that’s left is the reverberation of my voice, I hush my breathing, hoping to hear something not emanating from me, but the silence has a palpability of the loneliest dimension & I realize I have nothing left to say,
Prompt: Two walking slimy coffins playing on a seesaw. Bushy landscape of rotten plants. The moon is bleeding green liquid. Beksinski, Grotesque, Dark, unhappy
Prompt: An impressionistic landscape where a meandering river flows through a valley of blooming wildflowers, each blossom taking the form of a heart. The scene is drenched in the soft, golden hues of sunset, eliciting a feeling of emotional resonance and connection.
Prompt: a epic landscape with fall harvest with vintage farm equipment, lanterns, jugs, jars, water well, and similar.house only.Watercolor patchwork landscape, watercolor, wet on wet, petals rain, style of Daniel Merriam, Josephine Wall, Catherine Abel
Prompt: Entanglement Used as a simple detector and magic amplifier. It can be woven from anything - a piece of thread, sticks, feathers, beads, straps and everything that can be found in pockets, but something living must be woven into the center of the Tangle. Witches usually weave in a beetle.
Prompt: In my dream, I discovered an extraordinary collection of clocks that not only measured time but also showed memories. The clocks were on display in an old, haunted shop, full of secrets and memories of times gone by. Each clock had a unique design and told its own story.
One of the clocks showed the memory of a sun-drenched afternoon by the sea. As I carefully picked up the clock, I saw a beach panorama appear before my eyes: sandcastles, the sound of the waves, and the smell of salt in the air. The scene was so vivid and real that I almost felt like I was there.
Another clock told the story of a first look under the stars. The stars glittered in the sky as the clock revealed the memory of the gentle whispers of lovers and the beating of hearts floating through the air.
There were also clocks that showed the memories of great historical events and personal milestones. One clock represented the celebrations of a royal wedding, another the excitement of a first flight. Each memory was like a precious painting, frozen in time, just waiting to be brought back to life.
The atmosphere in the shop was mysterious and full of magic. The light coming through the windows was warm and golden, and the room smelled of old wood and a hint of lavender. All around me, clocks hung from chains on the walls or stood in glass cases, each with a label describing the type of memory it revealed.
Prompt: Photo Mage, searching for non-obvious connections Happiness is realized only after it has already happened,
happiness is always in the past. Happiness can only be remembered! IN the style of Dan Quintana
Prompt: If only I could tell you all the secrets in my heart, Begin with memories kept before I show you all my scars, I’d answer many questions long before you even asked, And open myself like a book for all your doubts to pass. We’d turn the pages gently, careful not to let them tear, And find our story written even though it wasn’t there. We’d weave a magic carpet of the stories that we’ve heard, I’d illustrate the pictures and let you fill in the words. If only I could teach you how to read between the lines, That you already have a place in this cold heart of mine, The stars may gaze upon the rocks and think them dry and dead, But they could never see the rocks are suffering instead. Take up that magic carpet and become my wayward rogue, Then you will be my fortress and I’ll stand beside your throne. Our symbiotic resonance, a perfect masterpiece, With God our architect I’d build an empire for my Queen. If only I could ask you to look far beyond my flaws, A perfect soul inside my flesh where nature wrote its laws. Release me from these earthly bonds, unleash my inner child, Once locked up tight to keep him from the dangers of the wild. Oh please don’t be that brilliant light that haunts me while I sleep, The hint of dreams and paradise that I could never keep. Then take my hand into your own, ignite my fascination, Your words will make the shadows dance to my imagination. If only I could show you I am much more than I seem, To turn from all the nightmares and become your sweetest dream But blood runs deep in current streams and now my hands are stained I am the curse in fairytales that ends in endless pain And if I could, I would, I’d change, to be the best I’d be But no amount of light can wash the shadows out of me ‘Cause I’m afraid that if I open up you’d pull away And drown the pages of my soul in flames to ease your pain If only I could love you without breaking all you are I’ve heard my hands would burn if I attempt to grab a star. I
Prompt: depressed, angry, complexed, worthless, loveless, meanless, empty, dark, psycho, numb, hate, love, cry, shout, hurt, feel, bothered, unsecuritty, weeb, hopeless, no future, dreams, uncapable, hatered, no freedom, worrying, stress, mad, remorse and regret, these are all the feelings that a young teen feel nowdays and can't escape from it nor take a good decision concerning his future including studies work whatever he just want to cease to exist and die peacefully at least.
Prompt: a epic landscape with fall harvest with a weathered windwheel spins on the vintage mill-house, equipment, lanterns, jugs, jars, water well, and similar.house only.Watercolor patchwork landscape, watercolor, wet on wet, petals rain, style of Daniel Merriam, Josephine Wall, Catherine Abel
Eternal Dreamscapes: Navigating Reality and Fantasy
Model:
DreamForge
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: A close-up of hands gently holding broken glass pieces, each piece reflecting a small image of hope—a sunrise, a blooming flower, a child's smile—set against a dark, empty background, the broken pieces symbolizing how hope remains even in fragments, intimate and tender mood, Photography, shot with a Nikon D850 and a 105mm macro lens, shallow depth of field, focusing on the glass pieces while the background is blurred into darkness,
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.
