Prompt: Speedpainting.
Oh kettlebell, how you weigh heavy on my soul, A simple cast iron ball with a grip, a whole, You stand alone, proud and strong, As I approach you with trepidation and a sense of awe. With each lift and swing, you challenge my body and my mind, A constant reminder that strength is a choice that I can find, You push me to my limits and beyond, And I emerge from each session feeling fierce and strong. As I hold you close, I feel a connection to the past, To the ancient warriors and athletes who trained with cast, I am part of a legacy, a lineage of strength and grit, And I carry it with me each time I pick you up and lift. Oh kettlebell, you are more than just a weight, You are a symbol of my power and my fate, And with each passing day, I am proud to call you mine, As I continue on this journey of strength, one lift at a time.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
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: 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: The starseed child stood before me, their eyes a piercing shade of silver, shining like stars in the darkness. They held themselves with an otherworldly grace, as if they were a visitor from another realm. "I have come with answers," the child spoke with a voice that seemed to echo from beyond our world, "Answers to the mysteries of the universe that you seek." Their promise filled me with a sense of awe and wonder, as if I was in the presence of something divine. And in that moment, I knew that this child was not just from another place, but from a time beyond our understanding, and that their eyes held the wisdom of eons.
Prompt: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy brown curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,. by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality One third rule
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: A pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful girl, sexy brown curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,...art by McFarland. One third rule
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: 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: 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 pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful girl, sexy brown curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,...art by McFarland. One third rule
Prompt: This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
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: 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 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 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 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 pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful girl, sexy blonde curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; full body,...art by McFarland. One third rule
Prompt: Speedpainting.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes.
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.
