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Model:
Realismo
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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Prompt: Wrench in hand, staring at the underbelly of a '98 Volvo with a phantom oil leak:
Third time this month. Customer says it’s marking their driveway like a Rorschach test. Cleaned the pan, replaced the gasket—still weeps. Classic case of chasing symptoms. Think… What’s not here? Engine’s bone-dry up top. Wait—rear main seal? No, that’d pool differently. Hmm. Wait. Finnish winters… road salt. This car’s frame’s got more corrosion than a Baltic shipwreck. Could the block itself be micro-cracked from thermal stress? Metal fatigue whispers before it screams. Let me check the freeze plugs. Ah. There. Pitted, barely weeping. Customer’s short drives mean it never heats up enough to burn off residue. The leak’s not the problem—it’s the cry of the metal.
Funny how engines mirror people. You fix the obvious pain, miss the chronic grind. This Volvo’s not ‘broken’—it’s adapting. Every drip’s a ledger entry: 300,000 km of loyalty, 20 winters ignored. Mechanics don’t repair machines; we translate neglect into dignity.
Wait—did I torque the oil filter last time? No, focus. Rule #1: The car always lies twice. Once when it breaks, again when you think you’ve fixed it. But the truth’s in the patterns. Oil follows gravity, but secrets follow entropy. This isn’t a leak… it’s a trail. Follow the sheen.
…Wait. Dipstick’s overfilled. Customer added oil between changes, didn’t they? Overcompensating for the ‘leak.’ Pressure’s pushing past seals. Idiot-proof design meets determined idiocy. The real fix? A lesson in hubris. Cars break. Humans break cars harder.
Ten minutes ago, it was a drip. Now it’s anthropology.
Prompt: In the realm of upside-down logic, tea leaves read the fortune of a sentient, opera-singing teapot. A parade of miniature elephants, wearing top hats made of cheese, marched through a forest of candy canes and lollipops. The moon, feeling adventurous, decided to take a stroll among the stars, leaving the night sky to be lit by a disco ball. A group of intellectual jellyfish gathered to discuss quantum physics in a library made entirely of bubbles. Meanwhile, a time-traveling dinosaur, named Sir Reginald, attended a ball in the Victorian era, where he danced the waltz with a cactus in a gown. In this nonsensical universe, rainbows are drawn by unicorns with colored pencils, and clouds are made of cotton candy, floating in a sky of lemonade.
I mostly lean more towards curiosity than creativity (on my part) with AI stuff, but I do appreciate the approach where people aim to harness AI to express their own creativity.
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.