Prompt: UImagine a swirling dreamscape where the boundaries between earth and sky dissolve into a kaleidoscope of color. A mother, father, and child stand together on a glowing, iridescent field where the grass shimmers like molten jewels—blues, purples, and greens pulsing with life. Above them, the sky is alive, a swirling canvas of neon pinks, electric oranges, and deep indigos, streaked with ribbons of light that ripple and dance like cosmic waves.
The family glows softly, as if the universe itself has lent them its light. The father’s hand rests protectively on the mother’s shoulder, while she cradles the child in her arms. They are wrapped in flowing garments that seem to change color with every movement—silvery fabric that reflects the colors of the surreal world around them.
The child reaches upward, tiny fingers grasping at the air, and with each motion, trails of shimmering stardust unfurl from their hands, blending into the luminous sky. Around them, the air is alive with vibrant, shifting patterns—flowers that open and close like breathing, trees with glowing, liquid trunks that hum with an unearthly rhythm, and glowing insects tracing golden spirals in the air.
The family looks at one another with expressions of pure joy and awe, as if they’re aware they are part of something infinitely larger than themselves. Their love seems to pulse outward, radiating in waves that ripple through the surreal landscape, making the colors grow brighter, the patterns more intricate, and the stars above pulse like the heartbeat of the cosmos. In this psychedelic haven, they are not just a family—they are the essence of unity, glowing threads in the infinite tapestry of existence.
Prompt: Imagine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
Prompt: magine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
Prompt: magine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
Prompt: Envision a sun-drenched coastline where waves kiss the shore with a gentle, rhythmic sigh. Standing at the water’s edge is a woman of breathtaking elegance, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. She wears a dress of gossamer fabric, pale as seafoam, that flutters in the ocean breeze, as if it’s woven from the very mist of the waves.
Her hair, golden as the sands beneath her feet, flows wildly, catching flecks of sunlight that make it shimmer like molten amber. Her skin, bronzed by the sun, gleams with a dewy radiance, as though the sea itself has kissed her. Barefoot, she moves with effortless grace, her steps leaving faint imprints on the wet sand before the tide gently erases them.
Her eyes, a striking blend of aquamarine and emerald, mirror the ocean’s colors, holding a depth and clarity that seem to reach beyond the horizon. A soft, knowing smile graces her lips—a smile that carries the warmth of summer and the secrets of distant tides.
Behind her, the ocean sparkles, endless and alive, while gulls wheel overhead, their cries blending with the melody of the waves. As she turns her gaze toward the horizon, she seems less a part of the earth and more a spirit of the sea, an eternal muse born of saltwater and sunlight.
Prompt: golden hour where the sun dips low, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the horizon. In the midst of a field of wildflowers, she stands, her silhouette outlined by the soft light. Her dress flows like liquid silk, catching hues of amber and rose as it dances with the breeze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair tumble over her shoulders, catching glimmers of sunlight like strands of spun gold.
Her eyes, deep and shimmering like the ocean at twilight, hold a quiet power that draws you in. A serene smile graces her lips, delicate yet captivating, like the first bloom of spring. Her skin radiates a natural luminosity, kissed by the sun and smooth as polished marble.Behind her, the sky is painted in vivid strokes of tangerine and lavender, merging into a velvety indigo as the first stars begin to twinkle. The wildflowers around her sway, creating a sea of color that seems to ripple with the rhythm of the earth. She appears otherworldly, a perfect harmony of nature's beauty and human grace, as if she is the muse of the setting sun itself.
Prompt: Picture a moonlit forest, where silver beams of light filter through a canopy of ancient trees, painting the ground with intricate patterns of shadow and glow. At the heart of this enchanted setting stands a woman who seems born of the night itself. Her gown, a deep sapphire, shimmers faintly with the iridescence of starlight, cascading to the forest floor like a waterfall of midnight silk.
Her hair, a cascade of raven black, flows freely, catching the soft luminescence of the moon and framing her face in gentle waves. Her eyes, luminous and otherworldly, reflect the sky—bright as twin constellations—holding secrets older than the stars.
A faint breeze carries the scent of jasmine, stirring the loose tendrils of her hair and causing her to lift her gaze upward, as if communing with the heavens. In her hands, she cradles a single white flower that seems to glow faintly, its petals as delicate as spun frost. Around her, the forest hums softly—whispers of leaves and the distant call of a nightingale—as though all of nature reveres her presence.
She stands poised yet untouchable, as if she is not just within the forest but an embodiment of its mystery and magic. Time seems to pause, holding its breath, afraid to disturb the perfection of this timeless, moonlit vision.
Prompt: Picture a moonlit forest, where silver beams of light filter through a canopy of ancient trees, painting the ground with intricate patterns of shadow and glow. At the heart of this enchanted setting stands a woman who seems born of the night itself. Her gown, a deep sapphire, shimmers faintly with the iridescence of starlight, cascading to the forest floor like a waterfall of midnight silk.
Her hair, a cascade of raven black, flows freely, catching the soft luminescence of the moon and framing her face in gentle waves. Her eyes, luminous and otherworldly, reflect the sky—bright as twin constellations—holding secrets older than the stars.
A faint breeze carries the scent of jasmine, stirring the loose tendrils of her hair and causing her to lift her gaze upward, as if communing with the heavens. In her hands, she cradles a single white flower that seems to glow faintly, its petals as delicate as spun frost. Around her, the forest hums softly—whispers of leaves and the distant call of a nightingale—as though all of nature reveres her presence.
She stands poised yet untouchable, as if she is not just within the forest but an embodiment of its mystery and magic. Time seems to pause, holding its breath, afraid to disturb the perfection of this timeless, moonlit vision.
Prompt: golden hour where the sun dips low, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the horizon. In the midst of a field of wildflowers, she stands, her silhouette outlined by the soft light. Her dress flows like liquid silk, catching hues of amber and rose as it dances with the breeze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair tumble over her shoulders, catching glimmers of sunlight like strands of spun gold.
Her eyes, deep and shimmering like the ocean at twilight, hold a quiet power that draws you in. A serene smile graces her lips, delicate yet captivating, like the first bloom of spring. Her skin radiates a natural luminosity, kissed by the sun and smooth as polished marble.Behind her, the sky is painted in vivid strokes of tangerine and lavender, merging into a velvety indigo as the first stars begin to twinkle. The wildflowers around her sway, creating a sea of color that seems to ripple with the rhythm of the earth. She appears otherworldly, a perfect harmony of nature's beauty and human grace, as if she is the muse of the setting sun itself.
Prompt: When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summer's thunder time of year,
The sound of music in my ears.
Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.
By the river holding hands,
Roll me up and lay me down.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
Prompt: Unforgettable thats what you are..
Unforgettable though near or far..
Like a song of love that clings to me
how the thought of you does things to me
never before has someone been more
Prompt: Unforgettable thats what you are..
Unforgettable though near or far..
Like a song of love that clings to me
how the thought of you does things to me
never before has someone been more
Prompt: I love you the best
Better than all the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
I love you the best
Better than all the rest
Prompt: winter landscape scene depicting a charming village surrounded by snow. The foreground features a winding road covered in fresh snow, leading towards a quaint collection of colorful houses. A Beautiful woman in foreground
Road House Blues (Keep Your Eyes On the Road, Your Hands on the wheel)
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
3840 X 2160
(8.29 MP)
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Prompt: Oh, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
A good time
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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