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: Creative mind, the last attempt, short intense moment, epic storm flood hitting the skyline of New York city, everything breaks into small pieces, end of all things, bokeh, timeless eternity, complementary colors, Depicted in an Eerie oppressive oil painting by Jean-Baptiste Monge, Greg Rutkowski, James Earley, Mark Metcalfe, Darek Zabrocki, Gilles Beloeil, Neil Blevins, Anne Stokes, surrealist style, fine art, fine brush strokes, detail oriented, over detail, scary, oppressive, a masterpiece, old work of art, oil on canvas, perfect composition, Art of Illusion 3D shading, hyperdetailed, ZBrush, cel-shaded, golden ratio
Prompt: luxury kitchen apple pie pizza and wine with glasses on the table by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Prompt: Shiny black rusty green white metallic art of a realistic green MERCEDES AMG GT inside of rainy city, sity and street are strong overgrown with hugh moss and leafs, integrated LED lightning speed painting, splash art 500dpi, 16k, sharp focus
Prompt: In a kingdom of cards, she reigns supreme,
A regal presence, a majestic dream.
Her crown of hearts, a symbol of might,
Her rule unchallenged, day and night.
The Queen of Hearts, fair and bold,
Her subjects follow, young and old.
Her voice commands, her gaze demands,
Respect and awe from distant lands.
Her heart so pure, her spirit bright,
Her love for all, a guiding light.
With grace and poise, she takes her place,
A ruler loved, in every space.
But beneath her strength, a tender heart,
That beats with love, a work of art.
Her kingdom thrives, her people cheer,
For the Queen of Hearts, they hold so dear.
So, long live the Queen, of royal grace,
Her legacy, a lasting embrace.
Her reign eternal, her legend strong,
The Queen of Hearts, forever long.
Prompt: With calloused hands and weathered skin,
He sails the seas, a life of akin.
A deck hand's toil, a labor hard,
A life of adventure, journey unmarred.
He hoists the sails, he mends the lines,
Under the sun, or through the pines.
He braves the storms, the raging waves,
A sailor's spirit, strong and brave.
He knows the stars, he knows the tides,
He reads the winds, as they collide.
His eyes are sharp, his senses keen,
A seafarer's life, a lifelong scene.
He knows the stories, the lore of the sea,
Of mermaids' songs, and ships set free.
He's seen the beauty, the wonders untold,
As he sails through oceans, both warm and cold.
He finds solace in the vast expanse,
The endless horizon, a timeless dance.
A deck hand's heart, forever tied,
To the sea's embrace, so deep and wide.
Though life at sea may not be easy,
He's chosen this path, he's learned to please.
For in his heart, a sailor's soul,
With windswept hair and a heart of gold.
Prompt: On the porch, with a view so grand,
Rocking chairs, in a gentle hand.
In rhythmic motion, back and forth,
A peaceful scene, of simple worth.
The sun sets low, a golden glow,
The gentle breeze, a soft hello.
The rocking chairs, creaking with ease,
A soothing sound, a lullaby's tease.
Memories shared, in whispered talk,
Of days long past, a cherished walk.
Of laughter, tears, and stories told,
In rocking chairs, weathered and bold.
Generations sit, side by side,
In rocking chairs, with hearts tied.
From young to old, a timeless scene,
Rocking chairs, where love has been.
The moments cherished, the memories made,
In rocking chairs, that never fade.
A place of solace, a haven of peace,
Rocking chairs, where worries cease.
As day turns night, the stars appear,
Rocking chairs, under skies so clear.
A sense of serenity, a calm embrace,
In rocking chairs, a cherished place.
So let us rock, on the porch so fine,
In rocking chairs, with hearts entwined.
In the company of loved ones near,
In rocking chairs, with hearts so dear.
Prompt: On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
Prompt: In a meadow ablaze with golden light,
Where the sun's warm rays dance in delight,
Blooms a carpet of flowers, bright and fair,
Like a golden tapestry, beyond compare.
The buttercups, with petals so yellow,
Glowing like sunshine, bright and mellow,
Their cups turned upwards, to the sky,
As if to catch the sun, as it passes by.
Their fragrance sweet, a summery scent,
Inviting bees and butterflies, intent,
To sip their nectar, with buzzing glee,
In a symphony of nature's harmony.
The meadow sways, with a gentle breeze,
As the buttercups sway, with graceful ease,
Their golden petals, a joyful hue,
A treasure of nature, so simple and true.
Children frolic, in the meadow's embrace,
Picking bouquets, with smiles on their face,
A gift from nature, so pure and bright,
The buttercups, a source of pure delight.
So, pause a moment, in the meadow's charm,
Amidst the buttercups, in nature's arm,
And let their beauty, your heart lift up,
In a golden moment, with the buttercups.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's soft, silvery glow,
In a teepee made of hides and furs that show,
A dream catcher swings, suspended in air,
With feathers and beads, it's crafted with care.
Its web, intricate and delicate spun,
Catches dreams as they drift, one by one,
Filtering out the nightmares and fears,
Holding on to the dreams that bring cheer.
A guardian of slumber, it hangs above,
Instilling peace, hope, and a sense of love,
Capturing visions, both big and small,
As they dance in the wind, they enthrall.
The Dream Catcher, a symbol of belief,
In dreams that inspire and bring relief,
Guiding us through the night's mystic spell,
Embracing the magic, it weaves so well.
So, as you sleep, dear one, don't you fear,
For The Dream Catcher is always near,
Ensuring your dreams are cherished and kept,
As you rest in its embrace, safely swept.
Prompt: Deep in the Nevada desert, a mystery unfolds,
A place shrouded in secrets, untold,
Area 51, a clandestine domain,
Where the curious minds are left in strain.
Alien theories, conspiracy abound,
Whispers of extraterrestrials, unexplained sound,
Unseen experiments, unknown technology,
Conspiracy theorists in a constant frenzy.
Top-secret tests, classified research,
Hidden away from public's eager search,
High-security fences, guards on patrol,
What lies within, an enigma to unroll.
Speculations and stories, truth or tale?
What mysteries lie beyond the veil?
UFO sightings, unexplained events,
A place where curiosity represents.
But locked in secrecy, it remains,
What goes on behind the guarded chains,
Area 51, a puzzle unsolved,
A realm of wonder, yet unresolved.
So, the intrigue persists, the questions remain,
What truths hide behind the clandestine domain?
Area 51, a riddle in the night,
Shrouded in secrecy, a puzzle of light.
Prompt: paysage campagne hiver, tableau, peinture originale, huile sur toile signée / landscape in winter original oil painting on canvas, W . Siudmak.
Prompt: paysage campagne hiver, tableau, peinture originale, huile sur toile signée / landscape in winter original oil painting on canvas, W . Siudmak.
Prompt: paysage campagne hiver, tableau, peinture originale, huile sur toile signée / landscape in winter original oil painting on canvas, W . Siudmak.
Prompt: A coastal treat, a savory delight,
Shrimp broil, a dish that's sure to excite.
Fresh shrimp, plump and succulent,
Marinated with flavors so decadent.
Lemon juice, garlic, and spices galore,
Coating the shrimp, adding flavor more.
A hint of paprika, a dash of cayenne,
A marinade that's sure to entertain.
Onto the grill, or under the broiler's heat,
The shrimp sizzle, releasing scents so sweet.
Cooked to perfection, a vibrant pink hue,
Juices bubbling, with flavors coming through.
The aroma fills the air, a tantalizing smell,
As hungry appetites begin to swell.
A quick flip, a basting with melted butter,
Enhancing the flavor, making it utter.
The shrimp plump up, cooked just right,
Tender and juicy, a pure seafood delight.
Served with crusty bread, a squeeze of lemon,
Shrimp broil, a dish that's truly heaven.
Gather around, with loved ones and friends,
Savoring each bite, as the meal extends.
A celebration of the sea, a coastal treasure,
Shrimp broil, a culinary pleasure.
Prompt: The sun sets low, the day is done,
On the golf course, the 18th hole, the final run.
A golfer stands, club in hand,
Eyes on the green, a challenging demand.
A fairway stretched, so lush and green,
A flag waving, a distant scene.
A water hazard, a bunker wide,
The golfer takes a deep breath, ready to stride.
The swing begins, with precision and might,
The ball takes flight, a beautiful sight.
It soars through the air, with grace and poise,
Aiming for the green, the golfer's choice.
The ball lands softly, with a gentle hop,
Rolling towards the pin, a promising stop.
The golfer watches with bated breath,
As it rolls closer, closer to the death.
The ball slows down, teasingly near,
The golfer's heart races, filled with fear.
A final putt, a steady hand,
Guiding the ball, as it obeys command.
The ball drops in, with a satisfying sound,
The golfer grins, victory is found.
The 18th hole, a challenge met,
A moment to treasure, one to never forget.
Cheers and claps, from friends around,
A celebration of success profound.
The golf course fades into the night,
The 18th hole, a memorable sight.
Prompt: A brand new ancient alien land of surreal creativity and unnatural concepts, one woman in a long dress is walking on a path in the rain, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, sunrays in the mist, light reflections, deep colours, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: Speed painting, raindrops, in the bizzar open flower jungle landscape .Jean Baptiste Monge. with sporadic streaks of brilliant color. Incredibly detailed and ornate. Realistically painted.
Prompt: Enhance + Wonderland + Whimsical + Chestnut blossom and Green tea in a porcelain cup by Davids De Ham & Stephen Gibb &, fantastic beauty still life, steampunk, shine, gloss, shine and reflections in glass, copper, brass, bronze and gold details.
Prompt: landscape of beautiful brunette woman , military hair cut, attractive, super detailed, perfect skin, full body female soldier of the far future year 2140, camo dress, athletic arms and legs, gorgeous body female, front view, brilliant reflexion, focus rings, sun light rear the object, 8k, photorealistic, high definition, high details, Bronsky style, landscape aspect
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.
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