Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: Deep red blood, sharp metallic objects, intense pain, dramatic expression, dark and eerie atmosphere, splatters and drips, visceral details, realistic gore, high contrast lighting, horror genre, digital painting, detailed and graphic, by H.R. Giger and Zdzisław Beksiński, Artstation.
Prompt: Portrait of a lady with a futuristic city over her head, green futuristic design bandana, eyes deep blood red oozing, blood red oozing from mouth, futuristic, unreal engine, 4k, crisp
Prompt: The Man’s thin, almost emaciated frame seems to bend under the weight of his own suffering. His skin is ashen and pallid, stretched taut over his bones, and his long, stringy hair falls like a veil over his sunken, dark-circled eyes. His face is etched with lines of chronic pain, and his unshaven stubble gives him a haggard look. He wears dark, nondescript clothing that seems to blend with the shadows around him. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if each step costs him something. When he speaks, his voice is a low, rumbling rasp, hinting at both wisdom and a weariness that spans centuries.
Prompt: A woman is trapped in a bed made of sharp nails, symbolizing her emotional or physical imprisonment. His body is tense, expressing pain and despair.
Style: Dark art, surrealism
Colors: Black, gray, red (for blood or wounds)
Composition:
- The woman in the center, trapped on the bed of nails.
- Expression of pain and despair on the face.
- Sharp and pointed nails.
- Additional chains or chains to highlight
Additional elements:
- Dark shadows to enhance the gloomy atmosphere.
- Light effects to highlight the pain.
- Symbolic details: broken chains,
Prompt: In Englisch bitte
ChatGPT:
ChatGPT
Imagine a large, extremely overweight long-haired cat. Its fur is thick and fluffy, with tufts on its ears and a bushy tail. The cat’s eyes look a bit tired and uncomfortable, indicating it's in pain. One side of its face has a swollen, puffy cheek, noticeably bigger than the other side, as if it's suffering from a bad toothache. The cat might be pressing one of its paws gently against the swollen cheek, as if trying to soothe the pain.
The color could be adjusted to personal taste, but a tabby or solid gray would work well since those colors often appear more realistic on long-haired cats.
We are the hammer of the gods, we are thunder, wind and rain!
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Many stand against us, but they will never win,
We said we would return and here we are again,
To bring them all destruction, suffering and [...],
We are the hammer of the gods, we are thunder, wind and rain!
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
Prompt: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: The pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
Prompt: The pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
Prompt: The pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
Prompt: The pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
Prompt: Let you cut me open just to watch me bleed,
Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be,
Don't know why I'm hopin' for what I won't receive,
Fallin' for the promise of the emptiness machine.
Prompt: Acclimation to pain and discomfort comes with time. The pain and discomfort are still real, and still seem to feel the same. The only change is your response both physically and mentally. When someone handles stress poorly or very well, either will make me wonder what level of familiarity that person has with stress. I don't think assumptions are good idea, but background consideration may be. Are they handling things well? Or have they had the burden of having to learn how to mask their emotional response due to overexposure?
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.
