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: 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: 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.
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: 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 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: tavern with men and women happy and drinking by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
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 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: She moves with grace, a gentle soul
Her eyes a window to a heart of gold
A smile that brightens up the room
A heart that always makes room
For those who need a helping hand
She'll be there, she'll understand
Her love is strong, her spirit bright
She makes the world a little more right
She works hard, she never stops
Her dedication never flops
She takes on challenges with ease
And faces them with a quiet breeze
She's responsible and always true
She'll see a task through and through
And in the end, she'll take a bow
For a job well done, she takes her vow
She's beautiful, inside and out
Her heart is what it's all about
And when you're in her company
You feel a sense of tranquility
She's kind and loving, pure and true
A woman like her, there are so few
So when you meet her, hold on tight
And cherish her with all your might.
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: 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: 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 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: Speedpainting. pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy red curly hair, aquarelle in vivid colorful tones, ink brush, watercolor, smooth and graceful and intriguing. Shabby chic, nostalgic vibes. Art by Boris Vallejo
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: 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: 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. art by Jean Giraud
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: 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.
Prompt: James Christensen, style, half body portrait of beautiful young girl in woodland, exquisite detail, red hair, 30-megapixel, 4k, , sharp-focus, intricately-detailed, long exposure time, f/8, ISO 100, shutter-speed 1/125, diffuse-back-lighting, award-winning photograph, looking-into-camera, monovisions, elle, small-catchlight, low-contrast, High-sharpness, facial-symmetry, depth-of-field, golden-hour, ultra-detailed photography, shiny metal
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.
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.
