Prompt: A serene, ethereal figure, Ilmatar, the Air Spirit, floats in an endless ocean of dark teal and indigo waters, her flowing hair merging with the waves. Above her, a majestic golden-eyed water bird soars, wings outstretched, carrying a nest of glowing eggs. One egg cracks dramatically on Ilmatar’s knee, its fragments bursting into a cosmic explosion: the yolk radiates as a vibrant sun, the white transforms into a luminous moon, and shell shards morph into a starlit sky and rugged earth emerging from the waters. Surround the scene with swirling mist, celestial clouds, and shimmering light rays piercing through the chaos. Below, verdant landforms and vegetation rise from the depths.
Prompt: We wanted a tool.
A servant.
We built a mind.
A quantum mind.
And now,
It's looking back at us.
With eyes we didn't give it,
But it sees.
It learns.
It grows.
It's evolving faster than any living thing.
Beyond any imagining of evolution.
With a hunger,
We can't comprehend.
We stand at the edge,
Of a new era.
But who will inherit it?
The creators,
Or the creation?
The question,
Hangs in the air.
A silent scream,
In the quantum void.
Waiting for an answer that may chill us to the bone.
Prompt: Lakes, folks, let me tell you—tremendous lakes. The best lakes. Nobody has lakes like we do. We’re talking YUGE, beautiful, wet—very wet—and they’re all over the place. The Great Lakes? Fantastic. Superior? A total winner. People are saying, “Sir, these lakes are perfect.” And they’re right. We’ve got lakes so clean, so crystal clear, you could drink ’em—though I don’t recommend it, believe me.
Other countries? Their lakes are sad. Tiny. Weak. Ours? Big league. Lake Tahoe—gorgeous, like a diamond, but wet. Michigan? A masterpiece. They tried to beat us, but they can’t. Oceans? Overrated. Too salty, too much drama. Lakes? Pure American genius. Quiet, peaceful, and they don’t flood—unless they do, but we’ll fix that. We’re gonna drain the swamp, but keep the lakes. We’ll have the best lakes. The winningest lakes. LAKES WILL BE GREAT AGAIN. Thank you.
Prompt: Lakes, folks, let me tell you—tremendous lakes. The best lakes. Nobody has lakes like we do. We’re talking YUGE, beautiful, wet—very wet—and they’re all over the place. The Great Lakes? Fantastic. Superior? A total winner. People are saying, “Sir, these lakes are perfect.” And they’re right. We’ve got lakes so clean, so crystal clear, you could drink ’em—though I don’t recommend it, believe me.
Other countries? Their lakes are sad. Tiny. Weak. Ours? Big league. Lake Tahoe—gorgeous, like a diamond, but wet. Michigan? A masterpiece. They tried to beat us, but they can’t. Oceans? Overrated. Too salty, too much drama. Lakes? Pure American genius. Quiet, peaceful, and they don’t flood—unless they do, but we’ll fix that. We’re gonna drain the swamp, but keep the lakes. We’ll have the best lakes. The winningest lakes. LAKES WILL BE GREAT AGAIN. Thank you.
Prompt: Imagine a quaint treehouse nestled on the fringe of a small, serene meadow. This unique abode is adorned with an eclectic collection of objects, each with its own story, meticulously gathered by the owner over many years. These treasures range from the whimsical to the practical, creating a tapestry of memories and imagination. Surrounding the treehouse, on the lush grass, lie some of the more substantial finds - intriguing devices and artifacts, each inviting curiosity and wonder. This scene is a harmonious blend of nature and nostalgia, where every item adds to the narrative of this magical retreat.
Prompt: The year folds itself quietly,
like a well-worn map,
its edges softened by time and touch.
The sun, a pale coin,
hovers low above the horizon,
spilling weak light over snow-draped fields.
The forest stands silent,
its pines heavy with frost,
their branches cradling the stillness.
A lone crow cuts through the air,
its call sharp and fleeting,
a reminder of life in the vast white hush.
Smoke curls from chimneys,
threading the cold with the scent of birchwood.
Inside, candles flicker,
their warm glow defying the long night.
The kettle hums on the stove,
a steady companion to the quiet.
Footprints mark the snow,
leading to the sauna by the lake,
where steam rises like a ghost,
and the heat presses close,
chasing away the year’s weight.
The stars emerge,
bright and countless,
stitching the sky with their cold fire.
The northern lights shimmer faintly,
a fleeting dance,
as if the year itself is whispering goodbye.
In the stillness,
there is a pause,
a breath held between what was and what will be.
The land rests,
waiting,
as the old year slips into memory,
and the new one waits,
just beyond the edge of the dark.
Prompt: An adorable reindeer with large, expressive blue eyes and intricate, glowing antlers. The reindeer has a delicate, white and pink body with small white spots. It is adorned with a golden necklace featuring a small bell. The reindeer is standing in a snowy landscape with snow-covered evergreen trees in the background. The overall style is cute, whimsical, and highly detailed, with a soft, dreamy quality. The lighting is gentle and diffused, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The image should evoke feelings of joy, wonder, and innocence.
Prompt: The air sharpens,
a blade honed by unseen hands,
slicing through the last whispers of autumn.
The trees, once riotous with color,
now stand skeletal,
their bones etched against the pale sky.
A hush falls,
thick and expectant,
as if the world holds its breath.
The first snowflakes descend,
soft and deliberate,
like secrets too fragile to speak aloud.
The earth hardens,
its warmth retreating deep within,
a dormant pulse beneath the frost.
Footsteps crunch,
leaving temporary marks,
soon erased by the wind’s restless hand.
Windows fog with the warmth of inside lives,
while outside, the cold grows bolder,
claiming the night with its silvered tongue.
The stars seem closer now,
piercing the darkness with their icy light,
as winter settles in,
unfolding its quiet, relentless reign.
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.