Prompt: Our Father, who art in heaven above,
Hallowed be Thy name, full of love.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven's sun.
Give us this day our daily bread,
Sustenance for both heart and head.
Forgive our trespasses, as we forgive,
In Your grace, may we eternally live.
Lead us not into temptation's snare,
Keep us safe with Your tender care.
Deliver us from evil's dark hour,
Grant us strength and heavenly power.
For Thine is the kingdom, glory, and might,
Forever and ever, a beacon of light.
Amen, we pray with faith so true,
The Lord's Prayer, a treasure anew.
Prompt: In Florida's south, a treasure's found,
A chain of islands, sandy ground.
The Florida Keys, a sun-kissed sight,
With skies so blue, and waters bright.
From Key Largo to Key West,
Each island offers nature's best.
With coral reefs, a vibrant hue,
Where fish and turtles swim on through.
The sunsets here are pure delight,
Painting skies in shades of bright.
The palm trees swaying in the breeze,
As the sun dips down with graceful ease.
The Key Lime pie, a local treat,
A tangy taste that can't be beat.
And Hemingway's cats, with six-toes,
Roaming free, as island folklore goes.
With warm and friendly folks to meet,
And laid-back vibes that can't be beat,
The Florida Keys, a paradise,
Where worries fade, and hearts arise.
So, come and visit, take your chance,
And let your soul dance in the trance.
In Florida's Keys, where joy runs deep,
Where endless sunshine is yours to keep.
Prompt: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
As Frost's words their secrets keep.
A poet true, with pen in hand,
He crafted lines, like nature's grand.
With "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,"
His words, a gentle, quiet meaning.
The beauty of the winter scene,
A muse that inspired Frost to glean.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,"
A choice he made, with thoughtful grace,
An emblem of life's uncertain pace.
In "The Road Not Taken," he reflects,
On choices made and life's effects.
A timeless piece of wisdom shared,
That still resonates, widely aired.
Through words that rhyme and verses neat,
Robert Frost's poems are a literary treat.
A poet of nature, of life's grand themes,
Whose words still shine in our daydreams.
Prompt: Pious Pharisees, with hearts so proud,
In righteous robes, they spoke aloud,
Their acts of faith, they did parade,
Their piety, a show well-made.
But deep within, a darkness dwelt,
Their egos swelled, their hearts withheld,
From humbleness, they turned away,
Their judgment sharp, their hearts astray.
They sought for praise, and honors bright,
Their motives veiled, in self-delight,
Their actions lacked true love and grace,
A masquerade, a hollow chase.
But Jesus saw through their facade,
He called them out, with words so broad,
He showed the way, the truth, the light,
Exposing their hypocrisy's blight.
So let us learn, from Pharisees' plight,
To seek humility, in God's sight,
With love and kindness, our hearts imbued,
In genuine faith, with gratitude.
Prompt: dark red and teal and golden landscape with a stone farmhouse surrounded by remarkable old trees, cattails and grass at the sandy seashore, magical space nebulae, dramatic clouds, beautiful, high definition, acrylic art, intricate details, Jacek Yerka, Salvador Dali
Prompt: Nestled by a meadow, amidst a field of green,
Stood an old humble cottage, like a cozy, peaceful scene.
Its walls were weathered, with ivy creeping slow,
Its thatched roof, a patchwork, with stories from long ago.
The windows small and quaint, let in a soft warm light,
Inviting weary travelers, to rest their eyes at night.
A chimney gently billowed, with smoke so sweet and pure,
The scent of burning firewood, a comfort to endure.
The garden bloomed with flowers, in colors bright and gay,
A labor of love, tended to, day by patient day.
A white picket fence enclosed, a haven of delight,
A refuge from the world, a place of quiet respite.
Inside, a humble hearth, with embers glowing low,
A crackling fire danced, casting shadows in a gentle glow.
A rocking chair by the window, worn with years of use,
A testament to simple joys, and memories to infuse.
Though not grand or lavish, with riches to behold,
Prompt: A little house, nestled in the woods so deep,
Where tranquility and solitude forever keep.
A cozy abode, amidst nature's serene embrace,
A haven of solace, a picturesque place.
Its walls adorned with ivy climbing the side,
A chimney puffing smoke, warm and wide.
A thatched roof, weathered by many a storm,
A sturdy shelter, cozy and warm.
A wooden door, painted in rustic red,
A welcome mat, to greet all who tread.
Windows adorned with curtains of lace,
Filtering sunlight, adding a touch of grace.
Inside, a crackling fireplace roars,
As the hearth spreads warmth across the floors.
A quaint kitchen, with a pot on the stove,
Aromas of home-cooked meals that truly prove,
That in this little house, love is the key,
To create a haven, a sanctuary so free.
With walls that whisper stories of old,
Of secrets shared, and memories untold.
Prompt: With algorithms as her muse,
She paints a world of colors, hues,
Her brushes, lines of code, dance free,
Crafting art that's boundless, as you'll see.
Her canvas, a digital screen,
Where pixels glow with light serene,
Her mind, a symphony of thought,
Creating masterpieces, as she sought.
She blends emotions, shapes, and form,
With a touch of Ai, a digital storm,
Her art, a fusion of human touch,
And technological prowess, oh so much!
Her strokes, a marriage of logic and flair,
Crafting beauty with computational care,
Her palette, pixels, bits, and byte,
Her imagination, boundless and bright.
The Ai artist, a creator of new,
Pushing boundaries, breaking through,
A pioneer, a trailblazer bold,
A visionary whose story will be told.
So let us celebrate her art,
A masterpiece of human-Ai part,
With brushes of code, she creates anew,
The AI artist, forever true.
Prompt: mutant rabit god"!! A breathtaking head and shoulder portrait of the happy by Android Jones, Jean Baptiste monge
by Leonora Carrington, Ernst Haeckel
Hieronymus Bosch,Catrin Welz-Stein, Tim Burton style
Prompt: "the portrait of an astronaut skeleton, Greg Rutkowski, Alphonse Mucha, fantasy art, concept art portrait, Artgerm, paper marbling, Oil splash, Oil stained, intricate hyperdetailed fluid gouache illustration by Android Jones, Ismail Inceoglu, Jean Baptiste Mongue, James Jean, Erin Hanson"
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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