Prompt: She ran away when the night was deep,
Footsteps swallowed by shadows steep.
The wind whispered secrets lost in time,
A fleeting ghost, a silent crime.
Prompt: She ran away when the night was deep,
Footsteps swallowed by shadows steep.
The wind whispered secrets lost in time,
A fleeting ghost, a silent crime.
Prompt: She ran away when the night was deep,
Footsteps swallowed by shadows steep.
The wind whispered secrets lost in time,
A fleeting ghost, a silent crime.
Prompt: A wild mustang, bold and free,
Gallops across the endless sea
Of golden plains and winds that call,
Untamed, unchained, the lord of all.
Its hooves strike sparks on rugged stone,
A creature born to stand alone,
Yet men with ropes and greedy hands
Plot exploits, schemes, and cruel demands.
They chase, they trap, they break its will,
They bend its spirit, make it still—
But fire runs deep in veins untamed,
And freedom never stays enchained.
One night beneath the silver moon,
The mustang shatters fate too soon.
With one great leap, it breaks away,
And leaves behind the hands of prey.
For though the world may seek to bind,
No exploit chains the untamed mind.
The mustang runs where wild hearts go,
Where winds are fierce and rivers flow.
Prompt: A wild mustang, bold and free,
Gallops across the endless sea
Of golden plains and winds that call,
Untamed, unchained, the lord of all.
Its hooves strike sparks on rugged stone,
A creature born to stand alone,
Yet men with ropes and greedy hands
Plot exploits, schemes, and cruel demands.
They chase, they trap, they break its will,
They bend its spirit, make it still—
But fire runs deep in veins untamed,
And freedom never stays enchained.
One night beneath the silver moon,
The mustang shatters fate too soon.
With one great leap, it breaks away,
And leaves behind the hands of prey.
For though the world may seek to bind,
No exploit chains the untamed mind.
The mustang runs where wild hearts go,
Where winds are fierce and rivers flow.
Prompt: I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,
But near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach.
Would you know how that is possible?
A heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it.
I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words suddenly fail us.
Surreal
Prompt: I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,
But near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach.
Would you know how that is possible?
A heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it.
I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words suddenly fail us.
Surreal
Prompt: Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
surreal
Prompt: Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
surreal
Prompt: Whimsical magic patterns black cat Family Portrait art, happy, laughing, desertpunk, in the style of Andy Kehoe and Ruth Thompson, cartoon, stylized, Pixar, Picasso, intricate detail
Prompt: Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
surreal
Prompt: Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
surreal
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.
