Prompt: Amelie Elmquist aka Amelea 23yo blonde big grey eyes full body in a room in the art style of Christina Lorre, Margaret Keane, Rene Magritte and Gustav Klimt
Prompt: I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And where it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Prompt: Amelie Elmquist aka Amelea (Amelea aka Amelie Elmquist 20yo blonde full body wearing a yellow plaid skirt and holding an Ohio Blue Tip match)in a room burgundy walls window with blinds) paper hearts with coloured crayon over them on wall, leaves, static pull. I wonder if you can reach me?
Prompt: Recursive self improvement in the style of recursive self improvement in the style of recursive self improvement in the style of recursive self improvement
Prompt: Amelie Elmquist aka Amelea full body blonde 20yo in art wearing And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there Your white nail polish while my hands are bare I’m seeing past the lights Set on high to blind I see your hands and the way that they move I want to know the things that they do I don’t want to hold your hand Chip the nail polish on the bed The sky’s empty ‘Cause my watercolors dried up Come and save me Turning the opacity down fast Your shirt can be the sky Clouded blue into my mind Then dripping out through my hair dye Think you sketched yourself to life But artist’s hand can’t paint its hand Always one spot that’s left white White nail polish to be covered I could be your favorite color And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there Your white nail polish while my hands are bare I’m seeing past the lights Set on high to blind I see your hands and the way that they move I want to know the things that they do I don’t want to hold your hand Chip the nail polish on the bed White nail polish No I could be your Top coat Shh No Shh The sky’s empty ‘Cause my watercolors dried up Come and save me Turning the opacity down fast Your shirt can be the sky Clouded blue into my mind Then dripping out through my hair dye Think you sketched yourself to life But artist’s hand can’t paint its hand Always one spot that’s left white White nail polish to be covered I could be your favorite color And I’m seeing colors that aren’t even there Your white nail polish while my hands are bare I’m seeing past the lights Set on high to blind I see your hands and the way that they move I want to know the things that they do I don’t want to hold your hand Chip the nail polish on the bed Yeah, you know what I said I don’t want to hold your hand I don’t want to hold your hand Nail polish to be covered, I could be your favorite color
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.