Prompt: The wistful cry of anxiety
of birds that have flown away.
They're the sunsets of expectation
and the smoke of hope....
You'll walk out in the morning mist
tomorrow you'll leave home. Early.
And you'll walk through them
my poems.
In the style of Roberto Matta, by Jeremy Mann, by James Gurney
Prompt: Polygonal graphics, multi-layered transparent coloured vertical plates, holographic image of a dancing Egyptian priestess dressed in white with a thin gold bracelet, the priestess manifests as if from the darkness of past centuries
Prompt: Double exposure, The surrealism of blossoming coffee tree branches with red berries against a waterfall, ‘Let's you and me play hide and seek, And I won't look for you...’, Louis Jover style
Prompt: Cubism in an atmosphere of magical realism, Surrealism, the world is like an old theatre, on the stage the scenery is broken and the curtain is torn, the walls are half-destroyed, in a huge empty hall, in a chair sits the only spectator in the mask of a plague doctor, in the style of Michael Parkes, co-authored with Dick Ket.
Prompt: White knitted cardigan adorn with pink hearts being tried on by a scruffy cowboy archer stylized in Hopi tribal attire, he has a bow and quiver at his side. As he tries on the cardigan he looks at the sleeves with outstretched arms as if checking its fitting. Master work, brilliant colored outfit, silver turquoise, winter time, beautiful sunrise, pencil realism, ink highlights. Heavy bloom, magic lighting, sheen, and glow.
Prompt: Two phoenix's lovers rise from the ashes before the skyline Paris during night time. Grand master work, magnificent detail, surreal, fantasy realism, pencil realism, ink highlights. Brilliant blue, purples, yellow, and reds fill the image.
Prompt: 'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Prompt: ((((((((((((((4 phoenixes rise))))))))))))))) from from a wishing well, toward the sky showing a slope upward to a peak such as the first half of a bell curve. Each of the phoenix blazes a trail into the sky of greater distance than the last. Grand master work, magnificent detail, surreal, fantasy realism, pencil realism, ink highlights. Brilliant blue, purples, yellow, and reds fill the image. Master work, love, resilience, an oak tree in the background stands mighty and true.
Prompt: A drop of honey falls from an two sapphire quartz crystal hearts entwined (cascading inclusions of platinum, gold, tungsten) the hearts seem to meld as one in a heat of a molten star, auras, and hues of fusion reactions reverberate as cascading concentric heart shapes mirroring the melding hearts. Outer edges of the heart you find an; aurora barillas, cornea, iris, bloom, lens flare. (Realism, cosmic dream, magic reality, formation forged through time, era, eon.)
Prompt: A bunch of pigs in suits running toward a trough of money. While a bunch of anguished political staffers field a too many phone calls for them to answer. Phones off the hook, cell phones, and land lines. Master work, mixed medium, pencil realism, fine detail, brush work.
Prompt: The main attraction, distraction
Got ya number than number than numb
Empty ya pockets, son, they got you thinkin' that
What ya need is what they selling
Make you think that buying is rebelling
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
Spielberg, the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memories erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here (The frontline is everywhere)
x4
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Hospitals not profit full
The market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The poor adore, keep fiendin' for more
The thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he's got a dope pair of Nikes on
Godzilla, pure mothafuckin' filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here (The frontline is everywhere)
x4
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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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