Prompt: Photorealistic sci fi steam punk image. A man, a serial killer, with dark, evil, glittering eyes. On his forehead there is a sticker with a barcode on it. His head is shaved.
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful illustration of a ghostly translucent wilting rose, with wispy, translucent leaves and a soft, eerie golden glow, dreamlike quality, with muted colors and a hazy, ethereal atmosphere that captures the otherworldly nature of this spectral being. black background.
Prompt: Photorealistic image. A man, a serial killer, with dark, evil, glittering eyes. On his forehead there is a sticker with a barcode on it. His head is shaved. He has a barcoded tattoo on his head. Fantasy, horror
Prompt: Photorealistic image. A man, a serial killer, with dark, evil, glittering eyes. On his forehead there is a sticker with a barcode on it. His head is shaved. He has a barcoded tattoo on his head.There is a barcode on his forehead, above his eyes, made up of an intricate series of black lines in swirls in a pattern.
Prompt: A photorealistic image of a woman looking into a mirror, her face is peeling off like paint. Her skin is beginning to peel all over like a chipped china doll.
Prompt: A photorealistic image of a woman looking into a mirror, her face is peeling off like paint. Her skin is beginning to peel all over like a chipped china doll. The woman is white and blonde, blue eyes.
Prompt: A photorealistic image of a woman looking into a mirror, her face is peeling off like paint. Her skin is beginning to peel all over like a chipped china doll. The woman is white with blonde hair.
Prompt: There is a fantasy young woman/girl, beautiful, with a piercing gaze, she has a cold and distant, almost dreamy look, a little distainful, she has striking hazel-green eyes and light brown hair. she is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit. small eyes, small lips, no makeup. photorealistic.
Prompt: There is a fantasy young woman/girl, beautiful, with a piercing gaze, she has a distant, almost dreamy look, a little disdainful, she has striking, sharp, bright green eyes and light brown hair. she is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit. small eyes, small lips, no makeup. photorealistic.
Prompt: There is a fantasy young woman/girl, beautiful, with a piercing gaze, she has a distant, almost dreamy look, a little disdainful, she has piercing green eyes and brown hair. she is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit. small eyes, small lips, no makeup. photorealistic. No freckles. Smooth complexion
Prompt: There is a fantasy young man, handsome, with a square, masculine jaw, and he looks a bit mischievous but also mature, with a twinkle in his eyes, he has sharp, piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit. Photorealistic, hyperrealistic, super detailed.
Prompt: There is a fantasy young man/teen, handsome, with a square, masculine jaw, and he looks a bit mischievous but also mature, with a twinkle in his eyes, he has sharp, piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit.
Prompt: There is a fantasy boy/teen handsome, masculine, and he looks a bit mischievous but also mature, with a twinkle in his eyes, he has sharp, piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He is dressed in a fantasy common traveler's outfit. Photorealistic, hyperrealistic, super detailed.
Prompt: Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
Prompt: The dreamer shown in full figure from behind looks at the sky full of floating iridescent bioluminescent transparent jellyfish among the stars. Lots of jellyfish. Fantasy painting. In the style of art of Reylia Slaby, Catrin Welz-Stein and Jean Baptiste Monge. Magic surrealism, vibrant pastel colours, blue tones, magical, enchanting, ethereal, dreamy.
Prompt: Song of Prayer
May the light shelter your eyes
Show the folly from the wise
When the day draws closed
May you always know
The light guided you home
May you always thrice be blessed
May you shine for what is best
With the dark in tow
May they always know
The light guided you home
May you thrive upon the land
May you go in peace, my friend
When the sun hides low
In the scarlet throne
May the light bring you home
Prompt: Song of the Sister Souls
Two sisters sought a star
To mend their broken hearts
And straying to the depths
They fell while angels wept
One lost soul, one lost sight
Starting to the edge of the desert’s night
Ahh, Torva, Torva is the way
Torva, for the lost Sister Souls
The Lost Soul flew up to the heights
Away from the place where dead waters sigh
And searching for a sister the other went blond
Leaving fertile shores behind
Ahh, Torva is the way
Torva for the lost Sister Souls
Prompt: Song of Nayda
Beware O hunter
Your time comes near
There is one song yet to gather.
From the four corners of the earth
I brought them here
All the old songs.
I will drink the wine of old
And wield the Dark Song in my heart
But from you, O hunter,
Life will part
To rule the songs
I need your heart.
Prompt: Then give me a brake in the water wall
Crack the stars from their halls
Give me a fractured twist in the dark
Flood my Holland with with the falling stars
Epic fantasy romantic ethereal magical painting
Prompt: Song of the Moon
Sky ships on their courses sail
Above the road of bone and whale
To roam the seas of darkness wide
With bows of velvet neath the tide
Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul
Homeward bound to sacred rule
To Lonely Island gallantly
To Home that calls above the sea
But deep beneath the sacred ground
A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s soul
And should by fate he chance to wake
Thence the land with ashes take
Then dims the homely beacon
Swept by the tyrant’s sin
It wains as it pulls the tide
The call where all the ghouls abide
But some things will and always be
As the sleeping of the sea
And once the tyrant sleeps again
Then is forgotten to men
The Song of the Moon.
Prompt: A photorealistic image of a beautiful woman. She has long black hair, super detailed, gorgeous flowing. She has beautiful emerald green eyes, almond shaped. She has a beautiful tan, olive skin tone. Her facial structure is asiatic
Prompt: Buckleupagus
If there is a Headless Horseman,
Of whom we know so well
He’d barely make a cameo
In the tale I have to tell
Every night through traffic lights,
The devil runs his steed
To find those upon the road
Who seatbelts don’t heed
Twas once a horse in Santa Fe
Killed by a reckless driver
Buckles for two, never used
Two fewer the survivors
Tryin’ to find the guilty man
Who ripped his heart in two
Searchin’ faces dead and cold,
And now he’s come for you
So if you wish to live right long,
Strap em good and tight
For the devil rides Buckleupagus
Through traffic every night.
Prompt: Old Friend
So I found your picture
While sorting my drawer
It caught my eye as
It fell to the floor
I see now you did have
Nice eyes and a smile
Guess I’ll sit down and
Remember a while
I see you, I miss you
No hard feelings left
The price of our choices
I’ll have to accept
Life was tough sometimes good
We always came through
But scars were left open
Inside me and you
Some nights I dream, wishful
That there was a way
If your fault or my own
Neither can say
Your coldness was my bane
While our friendship bled
My insults and blindness
I wish to forget
Anyway, life goes on
They say wounds mend
All fading no contact
No message to send
Our new roads built separate
Are never to cross
I can’t help the thought of
The friendship we lost
But I’ve found your picture
While sorting my drawer
I almost forgot how
I missed you before
I’ll savor your memory
Life buried below
Then I’ll say goodbye, and
It’s time to let go.
Prompt: Then give me a brake in the water wall
Crack the stars from their halls
Give me a fractured twist in the dark
Flood my Holland with with the falling stars
I waited a long time to find my peace
My emptiness to dance on soulless seas
Lays solitude consuming all my needs
For what I search always just out of reach
When I gave it broke a part of me
Our shattered mirrors of eternity
Does there lie beauty in a broken door?
If hate can’t hide,
Then say no more
Prompt: Daughters of the Aramaic
We’re daughters of the Aramach
The children of the night
The arrows faded into songs
And fatal lullabies
The fire frozen into stone
Lies spilt upon the grass
A generation’s blood shall write
The stories of the past
Where hearts amend in molten black
And star-streak teary skies
Our daughters sing the night away
To with the morning rise
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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