Prompt: Coming out of dark night a colorful splash art of a boy who is claiming color for his life. Abstract portrait with contrast between colors and dark and foggy background. Watercolor splash. Watermarks. Electricity in the air.
Prompt: A man in space, looking down at beautiful light reflections with colorful thinking spikes coming out of his head by Gerald Brom, jon foster, jean baptiste monge.
Prompt: Tange envisioned that the Expo should be primarily conceived as a big festival where human beings could meet. Central to the site he placed the Festival Plaza onto which were connected a number of themed displays, all of which were united under one huge roof.[69] In his Tokyo Bay Project Tange spoke about the living body having two types of information transmission systems: fluid and electronic. That project used the idea of a tree trunk and branches that would carry out those types of transmission in relation to the city. Kawazoe likened the space frame roof of the Festival Plaza to the electronic transmission system and the aerial-themed displays that plugged into it to the hormonal system.[70]
Prompt: Raging waves, a tempest's roar,
The angry sea, a mighty uproar.
Fierce currents churn, with furious might,
Crashing against shores, an awe-inspiring sight.
Saltwater spray, whipped by the wind,
As nature's fury is unchained, unpinned.
Dark clouds loom, skies turn black,
As the sea lashes out, with a vengeful attack.
Boats tossed and turned, at the sea's command,
A battle of elements, hard to withstand.
Foamy crests, reaching for the sky,
A tumultuous dance, as waves soar high.
But amidst the chaos, a beauty lies,
In the raw power that nature implies.
A reminder of forces beyond control,
The angry sea, a tempestuous soul.
Prompt: In the moonlight's gentle glow,
Where spirits dance to and fro,
Their tails a blur, a whirlwind spin,
A mystical, otherworldly din.
They twirl and twist in graceful flight,
A celestial ballet of sheer delight,
Their tails trailing like ribbons bright,
Leaving trails of magic in the night.
With whispers soft and laughter sweet,
They sweep through the air with nimble feet,
In a tailspin of joy and merriment,
A mystical display of pure enchantment.
Their spirits soar, their tails aglow,
A bewitching sight, a wondrous show,
A reminder of magic's timeless grace,
A fleeting glimpse of a mystical place.
Prompt: Salty sneakers, worn and frayed,
A tale of journeys, long and laid,
Traveled far and traveled wide,
Through sand and surf, with joy and pride.
They've trekked along the sandy shores,
Where crashing waves, their melody roars,
Leaving traces of saltwater brine,
A testament to adventures divine.
They've hiked up mountains, rocky and steep,
Where trails are rugged, and valleys deep,
Leaving imprints on the rugged terrain,
A story of resilience, hard to explain.
They've wandered through forests, lush and green,
Where mossy paths are serpentine,
Leaving footprints in the softest loam,
A memory of nature's welcoming home.
These salty sneakers, weathered and worn,
Hold memories of adventures born,
They carry stories of journeys past,
Of steps taken, both slow and fast.
For every journey, a tale to tell,
Of salty sneakers, worn so well,
A testament to wanderlust's call,
A reminder of the world's grand sprawl.
Prompt: A Zen guardsman, calm and still,
Meditates upon the hill,
A watchful eye, a tranquil heart,
In perfect harmony, a work of art.
With focused mind and steady breath,
He guards the gate, protecting death,
His armor gleams with inner light,
A beacon of peace, serene and bright.
He moves with grace, in mindful flow,
Unwavering, both high and low,
His sword a symbol of skillful means,
His presence calm, like gentle streams.
He embodies strength, yet seeks no fight,
His essence pure, a guiding light,
In perfect balance, he stands tall,
A Zen guardsman, guardian of all.
His wisdom deep, his spirit free,
He guards with love and unity,
In every moment, fully present,
A living testament to Zen's essence.
So in the stillness of his stance,
A Zen guardsman finds his trance,
A warrior of peace, unwavering and true,
A timeless symbol of Zen's virtue.
Prompt: In the dark of night, with stars above,
A hero rises, full of love.
With cape and mask, a figure bold,
Fights for justice, brave and bold.
Through the shadows, he swiftly moves,
Protecting innocents, he proves,
No crime too great, no villain too tough,
He's Midnight Justice, strong and gruff.
He rights the wrongs, he seeks the truth,
His heart unwavering, resolute.
With fists of fury, and a heart of gold,
He battles evil, brave and bold.
Injustice trembles at his might,
As he fights for what is right.
With unwavering courage, he takes a stand,
To bring justice to a troubled land.
In the silence of the midnight hour,
He fights with all his strength and power.
A beacon of hope in the darkest night,
Midnight Justice, a hero's light.
Prompt: On a distant planet, so far away,
Where stars were bright, and skies were grey,
A laser holiday, they did prepare,
With glowing beams that filled the air.
The alien beings, with joy and cheer,
Gathered 'round, as the day drew near.
Their lasers gleamed, in hues so bright,
A spectacle, a stunning sight.
The laser lights, a wondrous dance,
Twisting, twirling, in cosmic trance.
Colors shifted, from red to blue,
Creating a spectacle, so grand and true.
The creatures danced, in rhythm and beat,
Their hearts aglow, with festive heat.
Their planet lit up, in radiant display,
A laser holiday, in a dazzling array.
They sang and laughed, in jubilation,
In celebration, of a grand occasion.
With lasers beaming, and hearts alight,
They danced through the day, and all the night.
The laser holiday, a time of mirth,
A celebration, of cosmic worth.
A galaxy of beings, united in delight,
Under laser lights, so brilliant and bright.
Prompt: Heartbeat of love and healing 528 Hz frequency . I did things to you only lovers would do in the dark. I made you a god. Stranger. I still don't know your name. Detailed. Beautiful. Intricate.
Prompt: A female with a beautiful face,wonderful smile, and blond hair wearing a jeans and a leather jacket, by Anna Dittmann & Pino Daeni art by Nicky Boehme & Ferdinand Knab, falling rose petals, high definition, elegant, extremely detailed, fantasy, photorealistic, Ultra realistic art, intricate very, attractive, imperial colors, dynamic lighting, by James Tissot and Paul Cezanne and Pablo Picasso and David Finch, meticulous concept art, elegant, highly detailed, high contrast, rule of thirds, falling rose petals,
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.