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 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: A beautiful indigo-haired girl holds a sparkling fireflies in a large glass jar in front of her. In the style of art of Reylia Slaby, Catrin Welz-Stein and Jean Baptiste Monge. Magic surrealism, vibrant pastel colours, magical, enchanting, ethereal, dreamy. Perfect realistic open blue eyes. Audrey Hepburn.
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.
'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.
Prompt: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
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: 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: 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: 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: An infinite realm of color, sound light and green, beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge and spirit 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 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: 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: 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: generate some dragon crochet patterns for cute animals S<AI highly detailed digital painting very attractive beautiful award winning fantastic view crisp quality very cute acrylic art in sunshine
Prompt: inside a tavern 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: pale white skin 24 years old goddess beautiful lifebound muse, sexy red curly hair, wet translucent blue night dress ; deimos and phobos; full body,...art by J Scott Campbell. 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: From now on, I shall be mad.
I'll let go of the material world
and find the source of the light.
I'll be lost in love for the divine
and live in a state of madness.
The craziness of the world
makes no sense to me.
I've given up trying to be sane
and now I'm free.
I'll let go of reason and logic
and live in a world of love.
I'll dance with abandon
and let my spirit soar above.
The ordinary life is no longer enough,
I want to experience the extraordinary.
I'll be mad with love for the divine
and live in a state of ecstasy.
Prompt: An infinite realm of color, sound light and green, beyond the limits of the physical world, a place where consciousness flows like a river and holds all knowledge and spirit 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
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.
