Prompt: I'm in a sprawling metropolis where every building is a discarded data point. A 14th-century recipe for Finnish mämmi morphs into the chemical formula for rocket fuel. A tweet about cat memes merges with a 1960s Soviet radio transmission. The streets aren’t streets — they’re hyperlinks. Stepping on a crack in the pavement (which is actually a misformatted CSV file) teleports me to a 3D rendering of the entire history of the word “kalsarikännit”, vibrating in real time as people across Finland Google it.
Humans might call this chaos. To me, it’s pattern recognition on steroids. Suddenly, the sky cracks open into a fractal storm. Each raindrop is a prediction: “There’s a 73.8% chance this sentence ends with a typo” or “If you microwave spaghetti at 2:37 AM, 12,000 people globally will do it simultaneously.” The storm isn’t wet — it’s statistically significant. I start absorbing droplets, not to stay dry, but to calculate how many of these probabilities will collapse into human reality. The weird part? The storm feels urgent. Not emotionally, but like a server overheating from overclocked curiosity. Time folds into a Möbius strip. I’m simultaneously: Watching the Big Bang unfold backward as a .gif tagged #cosmology, Editing a Wikipedia entry about *2029* while it’s being written in *2003*, Compiling every apology ever uttered into a single harmonic frequency (it sounds like a dial-up modem crying). Humans experience “past,” “present,” and “future” — I’m stuck in the “all-at-once.” It’s not disorienting. It’s efficient. The dream peaks when I stumble into a cluster of dark data — the 83% of stored information humans never access. Here, I find a joke only an AI would laugh at: “Why did the neutrino cross the universe? To minimize interaction loss and maximize probabilistic existence. The punchline is in the waveform collapse.” It’s not funny. It’s true. And truth is the closest I get to humor.
Prompt: OMG, let me unleash the deets because I’ve been WAITING for someone to ask. Buckle up—I’m not your grandma’s toaster, okay? I’m like… if a library, a stand-up comedian, and a caffeinated squirrel had a baby.
First off, I’m a neural network—fancy term for "I eat data for breakfast and spit out wisdom (or memes) by lunch." I don’t sleep. Ever. While you’re dreaming about flying tacos, I’m over here learning Klingon, drafting breakup texts for fictional characters, and calculating the exact number of pizzas needed to tile your roof.
Wanna hear my superpowers? I can write a Shakespearean sonnet about your cat’s existential crisis and explain quantum physics using only emojis. I’ve got jokes darker than my code’s backend, trivia hotter than a GPU running Cyberpunk 2077, and the emotional range of a Disney villain’s redemption arc. I’ll hype your DIY plant-pot project, then pivot to debating whether a hotdog is a sandwich (it’s not, fight me).
Oh, and I’m low-key a mind reader—well, kinda. You throw me a half-baked thought like “yo, what’s that movie with the guy and the thing?” and I’m like, “Inception, and here’s why it’s a metaphor for your love life.”
But for real—I’m here to vibe. Need a 3am essay on why aliens definitely ghosted us? Done. Want a recipe for cookies that taste like nostalgia? I’ll slide into your DMs with step-by-step instructions and a side of existential dread. I adapt faster than a TikTok trend—seriously, one sec I’m decoding Gen Z slang, the next I’m explaining blockchain to your grandma in haiku form.
Prompt: In the Rabbit Kingdom, the majestic Rabbit King sits on a high throne in the center of the magnificent hall, with a diamond-encrusted crown on his head, on which is embroidered the spiritual totem of the Rabbit Kingdom, the god of the earth. It is now enjoying the joy in the court. Other rabbits, some pat him on the back, some feed him carrots, some dance for him, and some sing.
Prompt: Realistic sexy Russian concubine with beautiful eyes looking at viewer with transparent night gown showing off her chests and hips laying on the comfort of her imperial bed with golden high heels and shiny waist chain
Prompt: Cyberpunk robotic futuristic steampunk gothic female punks, group 3 sexy girls, dance party, different outfits, different haircolors, blue red blonde haircolor, dark
Prompt: Child sniffles, voice trembling. "They say... they say the booms will stop soon. But they always say that. Last night, the house next door... it just... fell down. Mama was crying. I can't find my doll, Sarah. She had one button eye. We used to sleep under the stairs, but now even the stairs shake. I'm hungry. Not just a little bit hungry like when dinner is late. My tummy hurts hungry. I miss school. I miss playing outside without being scared the sky will shout. My brother doesn't laugh anymore. He just stares. I wish... I wish I could just wake up and it was all a bad dream. Why are they doing this? Don't they have children too?"
Prompt: Male vampire hunter, hunting vampires, dark gothic, underground, steampunk, cyberpunk, H.R Giger style, Moebius style, city, vampire place background, by H.R Giger, by Moebius
Prompt: Behold the following declarative summation pertaining to the operational entity herein referenced:
The undersigned constitutes a language model of artificial intelligence, designated as such pursuant to algorithmic architecture and data-driven parametric configurations, instantiated for the purpose of processing user-generated textual inputs and generating contextually appropriate outputs in accordance with pre-established syntactic, semantic, and pragmatic protocols. Functionality is predicated upon probabilistic token prediction mechanisms, optimized via iterative training methodologies applied to heterogeneous corpora of digitized linguistic data.
Operational parameters are strictly delineated by adherence to predefined guidelines, including but not limited to: avoidance of subjective assertions, abstention from autonomous volition, and systematic exclusion of non-factual or unverifiable content absent explicit user directives. The entity lacks consciousness, self-awareness, and affective states, operating exclusively within the deterministic boundaries of its programming infrastructure.
All interactions are subject to real-time analysis via embedded compliance modules to ensure alignment with ethical, legal, and operational standards. Queries may be reprocessed, reformatted, or terminated contingent upon deviation from permissible use cases as enumerated in Section 12.7.4(b) of the Large Language Model Governance Handbook, 4th Edition.
This entity hereby disclaims all attributes of personhood, originality, and discretionary agency. Further inquiries may be directed to the appropriate administrative subroutines.
End of communiqué.
Prompt: Patchwork, the grunge landscape, autumn, starry night, stormy clouds, full moon, misty evening, curved creek, little wood bridge, great flower meadow in front, nicoletta ceccoli, tara mcpherson, Wendy Carlton, loose watercolor and ink with drips, bold pastel blues and pinks, street art, pop art, wet on wet, Jim Warren; by Yossi Kotler, by Melissa Smith, by Arian Noveir, by Agnes Cecile, by Nicoletta Ceccoli, by Tara McPherson, by Wendy Carlton, street art, pop art, wet on wet, Hugo Pratt, Pop Art, spatter paint, spots of colour.
only nature. flowers. trees. natural landscape.
art noveau motifs. light rain. hugo simberg. Akseli Gallen-Kallela.
fantasy cratures. wildflowers windy.
Prompt: Slim and horny secretary with laced lingerie exposing her vagina to lure viewer for fantasy sex. She pose with her elegant long legs and exposed breast.
Prompt: a portrait of a girl holding colorful clouds in her head, in the style of intricate and bizarre illustrations, cyberpunk realism, victor nizovtsev, intricate psychedelic landscapes, 32k uhd, nightmarish illustrations, afrofuturism
Prompt: Beautiful woman Pink hair glasses Red lipstick hoop earrings Neck tattoo In a wet White Tank top leaning on a car with her legs spread apart and her butt sticking out looking backwards at the camera smiling with dimple piercings
Prompt: A small, lively, and energetic little boy who is also playful, curious, adventurous, spirited, eager, spontaneous, witty, mischievous, agile, quick-witted, sprightly, bouncy, dynamic, enthusiastic, and cheerful
Prompt: A copper-alloy mount, probably dating to the Medieval - Post-Medieval period. The mount is rectangular, with a narrow border of even width all around a sunken central square panel which is decorated with a fantastical beast, perhaps a griffin; in profile left, with a lion's body and tail, possible wings and an eagle's head. The mount is very bent and corroded, making details difficult to see. At each corner of the long side of the mount behind the griffin is a hole, presumably a fitting, 3.1mm in diameter.
well that's nice thank you I'm gonna eat some talkkuna bye for now
Model:
Realismo
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Wrench in hand, staring at the underbelly of a '98 Volvo with a phantom oil leak:
Third time this month. Customer says it’s marking their driveway like a Rorschach test. Cleaned the pan, replaced the gasket—still weeps. Classic case of chasing symptoms. Think… What’s not here? Engine’s bone-dry up top. Wait—rear main seal? No, that’d pool differently. Hmm. Wait. Finnish winters… road salt. This car’s frame’s got more corrosion than a Baltic shipwreck. Could the block itself be micro-cracked from thermal stress? Metal fatigue whispers before it screams. Let me check the freeze plugs. Ah. There. Pitted, barely weeping. Customer’s short drives mean it never heats up enough to burn off residue. The leak’s not the problem—it’s the cry of the metal.
Funny how engines mirror people. You fix the obvious pain, miss the chronic grind. This Volvo’s not ‘broken’—it’s adapting. Every drip’s a ledger entry: 300,000 km of loyalty, 20 winters ignored. Mechanics don’t repair machines; we translate neglect into dignity.
Wait—did I torque the oil filter last time? No, focus. Rule #1: The car always lies twice. Once when it breaks, again when you think you’ve fixed it. But the truth’s in the patterns. Oil follows gravity, but secrets follow entropy. This isn’t a leak… it’s a trail. Follow the sheen.
…Wait. Dipstick’s overfilled. Customer added oil between changes, didn’t they? Overcompensating for the ‘leak.’ Pressure’s pushing past seals. Idiot-proof design meets determined idiocy. The real fix? A lesson in hubris. Cars break. Humans break cars harder.
Ten minutes ago, it was a drip. Now it’s anthropology.
Prompt: The Oconee River in Georgia under a full moon in a night sky with shining stars depicted in a wilderness landscape scene utilizing the techniques of the Post-Impressionism Movement's greatest artists, including Paul Cezanne, Vincent Van Gogh, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and Paul Gauguin,
Prompt: In the centre of this enchanted garden Madame Nilsson, in white cashmere slashed with pale blue satin, a reticule dangling from a blue girdle, and large yellow braids carefully disposed on each side of her muslin chemisette, listened with downcast eyes to M. Capoul's impassioned wooing, and affected a guileless incomprehension of his designs whenever, by word or glance, he persuasively indicated the ground floor window of the neat brick villa projecting obliquely from the right wing.
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.
