Prompt: In a dusty town, where tumbleweeds roll,
Lived a cast of characters, both brave and bold,
But among them all, one stood out in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town, with giant eyes.
Though he was small, he had a mighty heart,
And his courage never faltered from the start,
With a quick wit and a sharp tongue,
The Terror of Tiny Town was never outdone.
He faced every challenge with a fearless mind,
And left his foes in shock and awe behind,
For though he may have been small in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town was a force to recognize.
So let us raise a glass to this pint-sized hero,
Whose legend lives on, and continues to grow,
For in the face of adversity, he never backed down,
The Terror of Tiny Town, forever renowned.
Prompt: Whose kitten is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his kitten a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The kitten is caring, empty and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: Whose sand castle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his sand castle a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The sand castle is enjoyable, pink and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: The best AI generated artwork of a quilling mystical French lady with milky white complexion beautiful eyes and beautiful mouth, with white and gold flowers, intricate goldfiligree accents, highly detailed, in the style of Mucha, detailed portraiture, white and gold, multidimensional shading, detailed character design, fantastical compositions, multi-layedcomposition, meticulously crafted, HD DSLR 8K, Sharp details
Prompt: A little girl's hand, small and sweet,
Holding on tight to mommy's beat.
With fingers soft and skin so pure,
Her innocence and joy endure.
She skips and twirls with childish glee,
Her laughter fills the air so free.
Her tiny hand reaches for the sky,
Dreaming of adventures up so high.
She plants flowers in the ground,
Delighting in each petal found.
Her hand touches nature's grace,
Exploring the world at her own pace.
With a heart so pure and eyes so bright,
Her little hand holds on so tight.
A beacon of hope, a ray of light,
A little girl's hand, a precious sight.
Prompt: Heart of Glass, a fragile gem,
Eyes that once sparkled, now condemn.
Shattered dreams, like shards of pain,
Cracks run deep, a broken refrain.
Once so whole, now cracked apart,
Fragile now, a wounded heart.
Tears like rivers, etch their way,
Through the cracks, day by day.
A heart once pure, now stained with sorrow,
Hopes and joys, a distant tomorrow.
Each beat a reminder of the past,
A love once strong, now fading fast.
But amidst the cracks, a glimmering light,
A chance to heal, to make things right.
With tender care and patient grace,
The heart can mend, find its place.
Though scars may linger, a reminder true,
That hearts can heal and love renew.
For a heart of glass, though it may break,
Can still find strength, and rise awake.
Prompt: Westeros. Siege of an ancient castle. Defenders on the walls, guns. Besieging troops, combat vehicles, rams, catapults. Fire and fire. Dramatic sky. Rain and fog. A Song of Ice and Fire. Jean-Baptiste Monge style, watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful.
Prompt: Golden rays of morning light,
Dancing on the dew-kissed sight.
Birds on branches, chirping cheer,
Nature's symphony, so pure and clear.
Budding flowers, in colors bright,
Unfolding petals, a wondrous sight.
Fresh breeze whispers through the air,
Carrying scents of spring, so rare.
Gentle laughter, shared with a friend,
Heartfelt conversations that never end.
Love's embrace, warm and sweet,
Moments of joy, memories to keep.
Life's beauty, in every little detail,
A symphony of wonders, without fail.
Nature's artistry, a canvas so divine,
A short poem of life's beauty, forever will shine.
Prompt: Old Warrior with a long gray beard. Broken iron helmet on head. River bank. HDR. Tired soldier in rusty armor sits leaning against a tombstone. Broken longsword. Man. Rain. Ancient Jewish old cemetery in the Moroccan city of El Jadida. Abandoned. Jean-Baptiste Monge style, watercolor, ink. Strong Rain. Massive clouds. Broken longsword. Drawn details. HDR.
Prompt: Starry skies that twinkle bright,
A moon that casts its gentle light.
Silent whispers of the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
Sparkling waves upon the shore,
Sand that tickles, forevermore.
Seagulls soaring, wings unfurled,
A symphony of the natural world.
Laughter ringing in the air,
Love's embrace, so warm and rare.
Precious moments, heartbeats strong,
A melody that plays life's song.
Time that flies, oh, much too fast,
Moments cherished, destined to last.
Life's beauty, in every breath,
A poem of moments, beyond all depth.
Prompt: Zendaya as cherokee red skin warrior young attractive woman in elven armor. Jean-Baptiste Monge style, watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Red background.
Prompt: Embers in the night, glowing warm and bright,
A flickering dance, against the dark of night.
They whisper secrets, of stories untold,
A timeless allure, that never grows old.
Their fiery hues, a captivating sight,
As they crackle and pop, casting shadows in the light.
They hold memories, of moments gone by,
A symphony of warmth, that lights up the sky.
Embers in the night, a beacon of hope,
A source of comfort, when the world feels remote.
They bring solace, in the midst of the unknown,
A guiding light, that helps us find our way home.
So gather 'round, and let the embers glow,
Their gentle warmth, a soothing, steady flow.
In the darkness, they're a reminder, shining bright,
That even in the night, there's still beauty and light.
Prompt: Walking Sam, a phantom of the night,
A spectral figure, with a presence so slight.
He roams the woods, with footsteps unheard,
A mysterious entity, like an elusive bird.
He's said to wander, in the deep, dark trees,
A shadowy figure, that no one truly sees.
Whispered tales, of a tall, lanky frame,
A hat pulled low, to conceal his name.
Walking Sam, a specter of lore,
With glowing red eyes, that chill to the core.
He's said to follow, those who dare to tread,
In the haunted forest, where he's often said.
Some claim to hear him, his footsteps light,
A rustle in the leaves, on a moonless night.
Others say he calls, with an eerie voice,
A warning to those, who make a reckless choice.
But who is Walking Sam, and what does he seek?
A mystery unsolved, that makes the curious weak.
Is he a ghost, or a figment of the mind?
A legend passed down, through stories entwined.
So if you venture, into the woods so deep,
Beware of Walking Sam, and the secrets he keeps.
For he may be watching, with eyes aglow,
A phantom of the night, with a story to show.
Prompt: Driving down a dark and lonesome road,
A weary traveler, with a heavy load,
Spots a figure standing by the side,
A hitchhiker waiting for a ride.
With a heart of compassion and a sense of grace,
The traveler slows down and stops in place,
Extending a hand with a friendly smile,
Offering a ride for a little while.
The hitchhiker climbs in with a grateful nod,
Sharing a tale of a broken road,
Speaking of lost love and shattered dreams,
The traveler listens, or so it seems.
As they journey on into the night,
The traveler feels a growing fright,
For the hitchhiker's story starts to shift,
Taking on an eerie and ghostly drift.
They reach a destination, a cemetery site,
The hitchhiker points and bids goodnight,
Vanishing into thin air without a trace,
Leaving the traveler in a bewildered haze.
The traveler looks around in fear,
But the hitchhiker is nowhere near,
Just a cold breeze and a haunting chill,
A mystery that remains unfulfilled.
As the traveler drives away in haste,
Wondering if it was a ghost they faced,
A legend of a vanishing hitchhiker told,
A tale that leaves the heart feeling cold.
For it's said that on that desolate road,
Prompt: Beyond the veil of earthly sight,
Lies a realm of mystic light,
Where the Shaman's portal lies,
Bridging worlds before our eyes.
Through the fog and swirling mist,
A gateway to realms yet untryst,
Where spirits dance and shadows play,
The Shaman guides us on our way.
With chants and drums, and herbs and fire,
The Shaman's wisdom does inspire,
Seeking answers from the beyond,
In sacred trance, a bond is formed.
The portal opens, a portal wide,
Revealing secrets that do hide,
In realms unseen by mortal eyes,
Where ancient wisdom never dies.
The Shaman's journey, brave and bold,
A tale of mysteries untold,
In the portal's embrace, a sacred space,
Where truth and magic interlace.
So, heed the Shaman's call and seek,
The portal's gateway, unique and sleek,
For hidden truths and visions rare,
Await those who are willing to dare.
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.