Prompt: Punk monkey wearing punk mask, abstract graffiti , white background, smooth, Speedpaint with large brush strokes; watercolour drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny;
Prompt: ship in stormy sea, Hovik Zohrabian, Earnst Haeckel, Jacek Yerka, Thomas Kinkade, digital painting, award winning, a masterpiece, crisp quality, HQ, ultra detailed, 8k, intricate, fantastic view, acrylic art
Prompt: her name is cristi. she is beautiful. She has a big white smile. . . and she has blue gray eyes. . . she's shyish, she's kind, and caring, possibly naive and lives in the right part of town, loves her children, has a complicated relationship with her parents and her strange lover who is typing this. She's a good friend and dreams of helping people in a job that matters.
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man. Clone. Warrior. Galactic Expanse and heavens. Science Fiction. Struggle. Fear. Embrace of destiny.
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.
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