Prompt: Some days when I'm dreaming, I think of how far I have come
All my life's led to this, and now I see what I've become
I always had doubted that I could ever be someone
That mattered, that shattered all these glass ceilings up above
All that I want is to see all the things that I could be
Destiny's calling me
We're children of the sky flying up so high
Let me be that one to find the brightest sun
We're children of the sky guided by the light
Let me reach new heights, to stars amongst the night
We're children of the sky
I cannot give up hope, though there are storms within my seas
Won't turn back when I lack, sometimes it's hard just to believe
I've wanted to save us from ourselves
Just wanted to raise us, to save us from ourselves
When we look back, what we will see
We were a part of everything
Up in the heavens, down in the seas
We were a part of everything
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: There is a teenaged girl, handsome, with a brave look on his face. She has hazel eyes and medium length hair, that is a little messy. She looks heroic and cautious, but also happy, comical. He is dressed in fantasy traveler's clothes. Photorealistic, 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: Prologue
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: Prologue
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: There lies a glass coffin in the cavern, with cracks running through the glass surface. Fantasy image, super detailed, hyperrealistic, photorealistic. The sides of the coffin are clouded over.
There is a coffin in the center of the cavern, a rectangular box laid with intricate designs, made completely of glass.
The sides of the coffin are of clear glass, clouded over and moist, cold, cracked, about to shatter. The reflection of the light is clear on the sides.
Prompt: There lies a glass coffin in the cavern, with cracks running through the glass surface. Fantasy image, super detailed, hyperrealistic, photorealistic. The sides of the coffin are clouded over. There is a coffin in the center of the cavern, a rectangular box laid with intricate designs, made completely of glass. The sides of the coffin are of clear glass, clouded over and moist, cold, cracked, about to shatter. The reflection of the light is clear on the sides. Clear glass
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: 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: 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: The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing
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: Red Summer
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: Red Summer
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: high quality illustration of crumbling Sandgirl with a detailed beautiful face and sparkling amber eyes and nice skin made out of porous sandstone, picture dissolving and Morphing completely into swirling sand, volumetric dust, wide view with an oasis and pyramids in the background, very hot air, Shimmering heat, sepia tone, sand clouds, detailed particles, extrem swirling Sand, Sand strings, cinematic lighting, close up portrait, cel-shaded, golden ratio, 8k, highly detailed, realistic, extremely high quality, RAW photograph ultra-sharp, highly detailed, highres, masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed 8k wallpaper, extremely clear, sepia tone
Prompt: Fiery red dragon and the Three-headed hell-hound stand amidst Satan and his legion of demons - exploded into 3D art - hyperealistic, dot, line, circle
Prompt: Fiery red dragon and the Three-headed hell-hound stand amidst Satan and his legion of demons - exploded into 3D art - hyperealistic, dot, line, circle
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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