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.
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.
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