Prompt: Gorgeous twenty year old boy watercolor patchwork, fantasy, fantastic, no corners, Kandinsky dot line drawing, highly detailed, exquisitely intricate, beautiful, clear, high quality, colorful, Rej Irina
Prompt: in a rainy girl sitting on a stair where there is an arched self above, many green plant and flower gowing on it, illustration concept art anime key visual trending pixiv fanbox by wlop and greg rutkowski and makoto shinkai and studio ghibli
Prompt: girl, glasses, bob hairstyle, curly hair, snub nose, full lips, freckles, white flowers black flowers watercolor, style by Thomas Wells Schaller
Prompt: Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Prompt: The fisherman stood on the shore,
His weathered face lined with years of toil,
And gazed upon the endless sea,
That stretched out before him, calm and royal.
He had seen it all, the highs and lows,
The storms that raged, the calm that glows,
And yet, he stood there, day after day,
With a heart that yearned to sail away.
For he knew that out there, in the deep,
Lurked the fish that he longed to reap,
A creature of beauty, fierce and free,
A prize that would bring him endless glee.
And so, he set out, alone at last,
With nothing but his will to hold him fast,
And faced the sea, with all its might,
A challenge that he was ready to fight.
The waves crashed hard, the wind did howl,
But the fisherman stood tall and proud,
With a heart that beat with strength and zeal,
And a spirit that would never yield.
And when, at last, he caught his prey,
He knew that he had won the day,
For he had faced the sea and all its might,
And emerged victorious, with a heart alight.
Prompt: Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Prompt: We stood by a pond that winter day,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
—They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro—
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing....
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
Prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Prompt: Behold the beauty of the earth,
Its hills and streams and trees,
The whispering wind and ocean's roar,
Are music to our souls at ease.
The majesty of mountains grand,
And rolling hills so green,
The flow of rivers and the sky,
Are treasures yet unseen.
For in the stillness of the woods,
And on the mountains high,
We find a peace that passes all,
And lift our souls up to the sky.
Nature is the gift of life,
And beauty that surrounds,
It nourishes our spirits deep,
And makes our hearts resound.
So let us cherish all we see,
And keep our planet clean,
For in this world of wondrous gifts,
Our souls will ever glean.
Prompt: A boy riding a jumper carousel horse, flying through a spectacular galaxy, shabby chic, wet on wet, aquarelle in the style Jean Baptiste Monge and Teresa Saia.
Prompt: Attractive insane otherwordly beautiful lake side winter terrain. by Dr Seuss: Japanese Art: James Jean: Erin Hanson: Dan Mumford: Professional Photography, Natural Lighting, Volumetric Lighting Maximalist Photo-Illustration 8k Resolution Intricately Detailed Concept Art, Intricate, Elegant, Expansive, Fantastic
Prompt: RAW photo,hyper-realistic, A close-up photograph of a juicy cheeseburger on a white plate, with a shallow depth of field and a blurred background. The burger is topped with melted cheddar cheese and crispy bacon, and served on a sesame seed bun. Shot with a Sony A7III camera using natural lighting, the image has a warm and inviting aesthetic.,8k uhd, HDR, high quality,untra detailed,film grain
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.