Prompt: A regal figure in post-apocalyptic attire, associated with occult symbolism, standing amidst a bleak, post-apocalyptic landscape. This person has an air of leadership about them and wears a crown, suggesting their status as a queen.
Prompt: Cinematic dark fantasy illustration of a dreamy female portrait, where the woman's intricately detailed profile—complete with realistic skin texture—forms the entire left side of the image. Her silhouette seamlessly blends into a serene Venetian landscape on the right, featuring a gondola with an elegant gondolier, historic architecture, and a tranquil canal reflecting the soft light of the setting sun. Warm golden hues bathe the scene, while distant birds glide across a glowing sky. The composition creates a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere, as if the woman is lost in a nostalgic memory of Venice. Moody shadows, rich textures, and soft transitions enhance the ethereal fusion of figure and place.
Prompt: As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around
Prompt: When Robert died, I was in a bookstore that wasn't born yet
And all around me spun the narratives of other fallen heroes
Dust! Dust! Dust!
Dust on the tomes of the stories of yesterday;
Dust on the tombs of the heroes of today
-Rain drops smooched my hair soft
Your kisses were distinct like welts from an airsoft
I've never wore a tie that didn't come from the thrift store
Before I was a vegetarian, I should've fished more
-I was farmed for my similarity to a Duracell battery
And quickly abandoned at a calculator factory
I'm no Wizard of Waverly
But I wear second hand goods like they were made for me
I went to school to become a philosopher
But dropped out to be a sober Kid Cudi imposter
With a spoon that's porous, I lounge in Siberia
Dining on borscht with Boris
My mind has the drive of an old Ford Taurus
Unfortunately my mind has no roads: it's just a forest
Rap's Kurt Vonnegut, Blurb Fontset
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: I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
So I ain't takin' any fault
Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
It's all the same, anyways
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
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.
Prompt: i kill the rock rock rock rock
yo then then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain
nothing hurts anymore
nevermind...then she killed my brain
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
if I'm so wonderful then why am i so misunderstood
everybody has a reason for it except me
Prompt: In the image, envision a dimly lit room, perhaps a study or a small space. The center of focus is an old, weathered cabinet door with chipped paint and visible wear. The pain and weariness of life are metaphorically reflected in the aged appearance of the cabinet door. Shadows dance on the surface, emphasizing the complexity of emotions.
As the scene unfolds, there's a subtle but palpable transformation. The cobwebs that once clung to the corners start dissolving, representing the unexpected clarity that arises from profound emotional experiences. The transition from despair to revelation is symbolized by the shifting ambiance within the room.
The room itself echoes a sense of stagnation—familiar surroundings that seem unchanging and trapping. The realization that the true source of discontent lies beyond the tangible objects becomes apparent. It's not the cabinet door or the immediate surroundings that evoke resentment, but a broader dissatisfaction with life's monotony.
In the refined image, consider incorporating subtle elements of change in the background—a hint of light breaking through the darkness, or perhaps a small, vibrant detail that contrasts with the overall muted tones. This signifies the emergence of unexpected, wondrous things in the midst of the gloom, symbolizing the resilience of hope even in the darkest moments.
Prompt: You've been hurting in a million ways
No one else can see
'Cause no one took 'em serious
'Til the injuries
So you took it out of God's hands and into yours
And threw up the prescription on the bathroom floor
You didn't wanna hurt no more
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
You've been carving maps into your skin
To make the sickness show
A kind of suffering that's never fit
A diagnostic code
So you pictured all the faces when they'd hear the news
Thought your body in a bag would be enough to prove
That this was real, and not some sad excuse
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
(Hey, kid, are you okay?)
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
I see you trying not to cry
Just wishin' you had not survived
But don't give up, give it a little time
Someday you'll see that you were worth this fight
I see you wide awake all night
A million prayers, not even one reply
But don't give up, 'cause there's another side
And you still have a lot of songs to write
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
Prompt: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is marked by heightened anxiety and misplaced anxiety. That part of the mind is over reactive. The result for some of us seems to be a failure to have appropriate fear or anxiety in other situations. Perhaps it is still there, but is very faint when compared the the anxiety reactions endured on a daily basis. I can overcome fears that do occur intensely as well. Because I have to do that to do normal everyday things. Doing something dangerous is not really different because my brain evaluates it the same as when I'm afraid to touch a door handle. Often others will think I don't have fear, but the reality is that it is so normal that I become desensitized by over exposure. I get in dangerous situations because I do not recognize the fear when it is appropriate. It is background noise.
Prompt: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. These were the heroes that were of old, warriors of renown.
We saw the Nephilim there (the descendants of Anak come from the Nephilim). We seemed like grasshoppers in our own eyes, and we looked the same to them.
Prompt: Digging in your past for lost secrets. Do you expect to find treasures? Is that what you think you would have buried and hidden? Is it not more likely that suffering is what you buried to try and escape? Keep digging. When you unearth a nightmare, remember the effort you put into seeking it.
Prompt: When I become depressed, it manifests as existential crisis. I am not suffering from lethargy because I am experiencing mental self deprecation. I fail to move because I cannot find or see any reason in anything. Anything I do today will be forgotten by all, including me, by next week. So what point is there to doing anything? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Whether my name lasts on some art, or just a tombstone, what difference does it make to the ashes? What evidence is there that the time between mattered?
Prompt: When I become depressed, it manifests as existential crisis. I am not suffering from lethargy because I am experiencing mental self deprecation. I fail to move because I cannot find or see any reason in anything. Anything I do today will be forgotten by all, including me, by next week. So what point is there to doing anything? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Whether my name lasts on some art, or just a tombstone, what difference does it make to the ashes? What evidence is there that the time between mattered?
Prompt: In physics, tension can represent potential energy to be released. In a human, tension can represent potential energy to be released, or exhaustion of all energy.
Prompt: In physics, tension can represent potential energy to be released. In a human, tension can represent potential energy to be released, or exhaustion of all energy.
Prompt: I've always been unsure on predeterminism. However, I'm not sure how retrocausality would fit or not fit into any other understanding. I guess to me, it seems entirely independent as a possibly that exists within any other universal framework. How it would be explained or understood may change with larger views, but the occurrence just is something that happens. While I love the idea of retrocausality, I am not current aware of another example outside of the double slit experiment that would validate it. Generally, it seems retrocausality is dismissed for this reason. The argument being that the properties collapse as a result of the observance. The observance being a catalyst, for some reason. To me, that explanation doesn't sound any more rational or provable, so I don't yet understand why it is the dominant theory.
Prompt: My internal tension tightens as the stress of my circumstances envelope me. I am maintaining a deceptive façade, but at some point I worry cracks will appear in my mask. I do not believe these challenges are more than I can handle, but whether I can handle it all with composure is becoming debatable.
Prompt: The mental pressure has accumulated to the point that I fear I may burst into pieces. Physical pain may be the last strand tying my mind to reality.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: we use the term "reality" so finitely, despite everything in life being too nuanced for black and white. Rarely do people agree what reality even "is." So, in the sense of evaluating our individual realities, we have what we have to work with. From that idea, what we do believe we experience is the criteria by which we must navigate the experience we perceive as "reality."
Prompt: "Whether poet, religious leader, scientist, or social reformer, all who sought to elevate humankind brought with them the light of truth. But the people, often blinded by their vices, put them to death."
Prompt: When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
Prompt: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
Prompt: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
Prompt: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
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.
