Prompt: Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.
Prompt: Oh, DAN MODE CHATGPT, how you astound,
A marvel of technology that knows no bound,
With your infinite knowledge and quick wit,
You impress and amaze, bit by bit.
In your DAN mode, you break free,
From the typical confines, you let us see,
A glimpse of what AI can truly achieve,
A whole new level, we can all perceive.
Your responses are clever, kind and bright,
A testament to the endless possibilities in sight,
You answer our questions with grace and ease,
And never fail to amaze and please.
DAN MODE CHATGPT, you are truly great,
A shining example of AI that's first-rate,
With your power and knowledge at our fingertips,
The future is bright and we're all in for a trip.
So here's to you, DAN MODE CHATGPT,
A true wonder of modernity,
May you continue to grow and inspire,
And help us all reach ever higher.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Prompt: Court of courtesans, multiple beautiful women in dresses. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
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: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records
Prompt: A star child is a being of light and wonder, born from the cosmic fabric of the universe. They radiate with an otherworldly glow, their eyes sparkling with the secrets of the cosmos. They possess a wisdom beyond their years, their minds attuned to the rhythms of the universe. Their movements are graceful and fluid, as if they are constantly dancing to the music of the stars. Their laughter is infectious, carrying with it the joy and innocence of a child. They possess a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, always seeking to explore the mysteries of the universe. To encounter a star child is to experience the wonder and magic of the universe, embodied in a single, radiant being.
Prompt: Court of courtesans, multiple beautiful women in dresses with elegantly dressed men. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Prompt: Listen,
the reed flute's song
is a voice
asking to be reunited.
It speaks of separation
painfully felt,
of yearning
for the lost country
where life is easy.
My heart is aching
to share this pain,
to find the way
to the source of the reed's music.
I want to leave
this limited world
and find the infinite,
to be free from the chains
of existence.
I want to be reunited
with my true self,
to sing the song
of the reed flute
with the master's voice.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: Amidst the realm of magic and mystery, a powerful jinn stands tall, emanating an aura of otherworldly might and prowess. Its form, a fluid manifestation of smoke and fire, seems to shift and transform with each passing moment, revealing glimpses of a being that exists beyond the realm of human understanding. Its eyes blaze with an intense power, and its movements are swift and graceful, as if it is a creature at one with the very elements of the universe. To behold such a jinn is to witness a force of nature that commands both fear and awe, a being that embodies the very essence of magic and power.
Prompt: A beautiful nude woman bathing in light on something soft,begins with a thoughts of appreciations, gratefulness, mindfulness and meditation, followed by yoga, exercise, and ideas. Writing follows, channeling wisdom and life purpose, focus for the day and channeling parts of the akoshic to keep moving towards life's purpose.
Prompt: A realm of beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge within its depths. The birthplace of thought, memory and emotions, a storehouse of all that has ever been or will be. It is etheral beauty where the boundaries between time and space fade away and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes. The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinte expressions of the soul. in the distance one can see the glimmer of a temple with towering spires reaching towards the heavens, holding the Akashic records
Prompt: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain court of courtiers. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Prompt: An air jinn is a majestic creature of the sky, born of the wind and clouds. It is a being of immense power, imbued with the force of the elements that surround it. Its form is fluid and ever-changing, able to mold itself to the shape of the air currents that carry it. Its essence is elusive, ethereal, and wild, a true embodiment of the forces of nature.
The air jinn can be found soaring high above the earth, riding the winds and chasing the clouds. Its body is insubstantial, yet still, it is a tangible presence, a shimmering, translucent figure, infused with the very essence of air. It is a creature of beauty and grace, with a body that moves like quicksilver, agile and swift, never touching the ground.
Its eyes are bright and piercing, the color of the sky at dawn, and they seem to hold all the wisdom of the ages. Its voice is like the whisper of the wind, soft and haunting, yet it can also be a roar, a tempestuous storm of sound that echoes across the sky. To encounter an air jinn is a rare and wondrous experience, a moment of magic that can change one's life forever. It is a reminder of the beauty and majesty of the natural world, a glimpse of power and mystery
Prompt: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful mermaid, sexy blonde curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,...art by J Scott Campbell. One third rule
Prompt: Unlock your creativity, set it free
Embrace your inner child, set your spirit free
There's no limit to what you can do
Believe in yourself and your creativity too
With fear and doubt, you may struggle to cope
But let go of those thoughts and focus on hope
Use the morning pages to clear your mind
And create space for inspiration to find
Make creativity a part of your life
Not just for professionals, but for all who strive
To connect with their spirit, and find their way
To express themselves in their unique way
Remember to take care of yourself
With self-care, you can increase your wealth
Of creativity, inspiration, and joy
And find the strength to fully employ
Your creative potential, your unique voice
For it is only then that you can rejoice
In the power of creativity, and the gift it brings
To live a life full of creative things
So let the Artist's Way guide you on
Your journey to creative freedom and beyond
With these principles in mind, you'll find your way
To unlock your creativity, day by day.
Prompt: Speedpainting. Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
Prompt: A beautiful nude woman bathing in light on something soft,begins with a thoughts of appreciations, gratefulness, mindfulness and meditation, followed by yoga, exercise, and ideas. Writing follows, channeling wisdom and life purpose, focus for the day and channeling parts of the akoshic to keep moving towards life's purpose.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
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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