Prompt: An open book, with Forbidden Path in The forest, Fae creatures and Faeries flying landscape with the moon rising and a sky full of the milky-way galaxy, Jacek Yerka, Anna Dittmann, Dali, surreal detailed fantasy swirling clouds intricate fantasy
Prompt: All to myself, a moment of solitude,
A precious pause, in a world so crude.
A time to reflect, to be truly free,
To rediscover myself, just me and me.
No distractions, no noise around,
A chance to listen, to my inner sound.
To be with my thoughts, without a care,
In the stillness of silence, I find solace rare.
All to myself, a space to explore,
To delve deep within, and open the door.
To my hopes, my fears, my dreams untold,
To discover my truths, both new and old.
No need to please, or meet expectations,
Just being me, without any hesitations.
Embracing my quirks, my flaws and strengths,
In this moment of solitude, my heart truly sings.
All to myself, a time to reset,
To find my center, and let go of regret.
To nourish my soul, and replenish my being,
In this precious time, I find true meaning.
No rush, no hurry, just being present,
In this moment of solitude, I feel so pleasant.
A time to connect, with my inner self,
To find my purpose, my authentic wealth.
All to myself, a gift to cherish,
A moment of grace, that will never perish.
For in this solitude, I find my truth,
A chance to be whole, in mind, heart, and youth.
Prompt: Let's make it sweet, this life we share,
A journey together, a love so rare.
With hearts entwined, and souls aligned,
Let's make every moment, beautifully designed.
Let's make it sweet, with laughter and joy,
A bond that's strong, nothing can destroy.
With smiles that light up our every day,
Let's make our love, a delightful display.
Let's make it sweet, with gestures so kind,
In words and deeds, let's be always aligned.
With hugs and kisses, and gentle touch,
Let's make our love, a treasure so much.
Let's make it sweet, through ups and downs,
In triumphs and failures, in smiles and frowns.
With unwavering support, and understanding too,
Let's make our love, forever anew.
Let's make it sweet, with passion and fire,
A love that burns, with an eternal desire.
With shared dreams and aspirations bright,
Let's make our love, a beacon of light.
So, let's make it sweet, with love's pure embrace,
A love that's timeless, a love that's grace.
With hearts entwined, and souls complete,
Let's make it sweet, forever and sweet.
Prompt: Raised on country, with twang in my soul,
Where the guitar strums, and the stories unfold.
With boots on my feet, and a hat on my head,
I was raised on country, where my heart was led.
The sound of fiddles, and the banjo's pluck,
The lyrics that spoke, of life and luck.
From Hank and Merle, to Waylon and Cash,
I was raised on country, it's in my blood, my stash.
From small-town rodeos, to dirt roads wide,
Where trucks were lifted, and bonfires blazed high.
Where the stars shone bright, in the country sky,
I was raised on country, where life was nigh.
The taste of sweet tea, and fried chicken too,
The smell of fresh-cut hay, and morning dew.
The feel of hay bales, and horses' back,
I was raised on country, and never looked back.
The sense of community, where neighbors care,
Where you lend a hand, and show you're there.
Where family is everything, and values run deep,
I was raised on country, where love is steep.
The simple life, with its beauty so pure,
Where nature's wonders, always endure.
Where faith and family, are held so dear,
I was raised on country, and it's crystal clear.
Prompt: Bone to mud, fire and flood, and we are still a family. Fire and flood, blood is blood, and we are still a family. Bone to mud, blood is blood, and we are still a family. Fire and blood, blood is blood, and we are bound.
Prompt: Full body, adorable and furry H.R.Giger red-punk-on-dope-creature in the labyrinth, by Catrin Welz-Stein and Dr.Seuss, Standing in an intricate white landscape with queen-annes-lace by Jacek Yerka. Perfect symmetrical ears and face, ears placed perfectly symmetrical on the same spot on each side of the head, ears same size. No watermark, unsigned. Four legs only.
Prompt: Horror fantasy, cinematic, Emanuele Taglietti illustrations, female face, androgynous, bloody mouth, demon green eyes, mesmerizing eyes, black bat wings, infernal landscape, bones jewelry, ivy, long black detailed hair in the wind, black necklace on right hand with spiky bones decorations, highly detailed, black goat sitting at left, lamb at down right, blue neck, chalice of blood held by left hand, symmetrical, crisp quality, nude female breast with blood stains, bones earrings, front image with highly detailed infernal hills and naturalistic background, foggy, gothic, obscure, dynamic lightning, wallpaper 8K, apocalyptic, Gustave Dore, Luis Royo illustration, William Blake illustration, James O'Barr illustration
Prompt: [ Qualche volta mi rintano per settimane e sto da solo.]
Dopo un po’ capisco perché l’ho fatto. D’istinto, sono scivolato via dal campo di battaglia, fino a quando le mie ferite spirituali guariscono. Qualcuno riesce a curarsi in pubblico. Se fossi in grado di farlo in modo eroico, anch’io farei pubbliche esibizioni di riabilitazione. Ma non guarisco mai in maniera nobile. Come un cane ferito, ringhio e guaisco. E ciò è male per la mia reputazione, allo stato attuale, quindi voglio stare da solo.
Prompt: [ Qualche volta mi rintano per settimane e sto da solo.]
Dopo un po’ capisco perché l’ho fatto. D’istinto, sono scivolato via dal campo di battaglia, fino a quando le mie ferite spirituali guariscono. Qualcuno riesce a curarsi in pubblico. Se fossi in grado di farlo in modo eroico, anch’io farei pubbliche esibizioni di riabilitazione. Ma non guarisco mai in maniera nobile. Come un cane ferito, ringhio e guaisco. E ciò è male per la mia reputazione, allo stato attuale, quindi voglio stare da solo.
Prompt: Blue Poppies and Queen Anne’s Lace, red and white and black and blue and yellow landscape. Detailed buildings with gray roofs. No floating flowers in the sky. No buildings on top of flowers in the sky. Unsigned, no signature
Prompt: Grandma's old rolling pin, worn and smooth,
A treasure of memories, a symbol of truth.
In her kitchen, it stood tall and proud,
Creating wonders, making hearts feel wowed.
With gentle hands, she'd roll the dough,
Kneading and shaping, just right, you know.
Her skilled fingers worked with grace,
Adding love to every dish she'd embrace.
Pies, cookies, and biscuits divine,
Baked with warmth, a taste so fine.
Grandma's rolling pin, a kitchen heirloom,
Holding secrets, from her to us, they loom.
Through the generations, it has passed,
A legacy of love that will forever last.
A simple tool, but full of stories and lore,
Grandma's old rolling pin, a treasure to adore.
Prompt: Full body, tiny, adorable and furry H.R.Giger red-punk-on-dope-dog in wonderland, by Catrin Welz-Stein and Dr.Seuss, Standing in an intricate white landscape with red tulips by Megan Duncanson. Soft eyes. Perfect symmetrical ears and face, ears placed perfectly symmetrical on the same spot on each side of the head, ears same size. No watermark, unsigned. Four legs only.
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.