Prompt: Prologue
“Will that be all, mister?” The clerk batted her spidery lashes at the man in front of the counter, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he stared numbly at the items between them. His eyes lifted at the sound of her voice. Nodding, he turned to examine the window, which had letters plastered on its face in red and yellow, speaking of upcoming sales. The clerk put on her brightest smile, calculating the total slowly while she stole glanced at her customer. Tall and clean-shaven, quite obviously single by the rugged appearance of his hunting jacket and unkempt hair. She forced her face to stay locked in that same smile, which had never failed her before.
“Afraid you’re not gonna find deer in the woods this time of year,” she said, observing the handle of his knife, peeking out from its place in his belt, worn smooth by years of use. “But there’s plenty of game here in town.” Changing the tone of her voice as she spoke, she flitted her eyelashes flirtatiously as she touched the lid of the beer he was purchasing. His eyes followed her movement, then scanned her face. “I can imagine,” he said, his eyes never losing their intensity.
Prompt: “Homicide,” buzzed the warble
from the head of the snake
black and slim as a cord
draped over many a shoulder
of the lawmen in the square.
Each grappled with his snake
pulling it limp from it’s coils
to better hear the warble
that sang like a canary caged
inside the mouth of each speaker.
Past the donut-dunkers in town hall
the parchment-clad escritoire
trembled beneath it’s printed wig
as the man in the synthetic throne
heaved a thing-gripper down
gently as the Arizona sun beats
upon it’s victims.
“Stickerface,” roared McMurphy
eyes plastered against the wall
of the donut dunker’s faces.
A princess lay captive in ink
stretched frozen in monotone
ribbons about her throat resembled
a lace carved out of flesh.
Nearby a fountain spewed
red into her chocolate hair.
McMurphy thing-gripped the prison
lifting evidence up in the photo
of the crime hate criminally dealt.
Eyes narrowed like a turtle into shell
spotting the fountain’s start
the place where the bullet entered.
Black bars straddled
her chocolate temples above eyes
not dark, but sad, seeing him
asking, “Save me, knight?”
“We found her on 3rd Avenue”
drawled
Prompt: I saw three ships a sailin' in from across the sea
Strangers never were welcome but for curiosity
But come they did and when they did, ready they did stand
And things would never be the same in our village on the sand
When the ships pulled into dock, the villagers did hide
When trouble came, it usually was brought upon the tide
When the pirates disembarked, they were making plans
And from then on, things were not the same in our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand
He was different than the others in my village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas
But then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy
And when he had to leave again, he asked me for my hand
And I knew I'd never see again, my village on the sand
Prompt: And from then on, things were not the same in our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand
He was different than the others in my village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas
But then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy
And when he had to leave again, he asked me for my hand
And I knew I'd never see again, my village on the sand
Prompt: One look in his eyes, I had realized
His life was so simple, he had no disguise
He lived day to day, no promise he would stay
But in these few words he stole my heart away
He said, "My life's not to lead through power or greed
I am but a poor man when I'm cut I bleed
A more humble man you never will meet
And here is my heart for only you to keep"
In the shade of the willow tree
My poor peasant promised to me
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: If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
Ahh, Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
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.
Better face, more detailed
Prompt: If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
Ahh, Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Prompt: The pixie queen, fairy queen. Long, shimmering butterfly wings, golden eyes of starlit wonder. Hair long and gold to fill the north wind, as though the starlit skies she flies, the stars dance around her, spinning into space like a thousand shards of broken glass, reflecting the beauty of the world. fantasy image, ethereal, magical, epic. Modestly dressed in a flower gown, long pink petals reaching down over her legs. Dress covers modestly
cover her torso in a lovely silken blouse, long and flows
Prompt: Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
Prompt: Beautiful Dancer, perfect face, extremely smooth, fluid, 3d fractals, light particles, dreamy, alcohol ink, smooth, shimmering, dreamy glow, conceptual art by alberto seveso, anna dittmann, arthur rackham, 16k, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality model, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality model
Prompt: The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair in despair
Once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still
And quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose
Ghost of a rose"
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Prompt: The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair in despair
Once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still
And quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose
Ghost of a rose"
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Prompt: The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair in despair
Once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still
And quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose
Ghost of a rose"
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Prompt: Carne Griffiths style, oil painting, tom bagshaw art, close-up portrait of a character, corals grow on her head, she cries black tears.
She and many fantastic fish are floating, very detailed, Ultra detailed, ultra resolution, lots of details, highly detailed, hd, 32k, unusual and fantastic art.
girl swims underwater, against the background of fantastic fish, close-up portrait of a character,
Very realistic, Cinematic aesthetics, High quality, octane render, high color rendering, dramatic natural lighting, reflective catchlights, backlighting, hd, 32k, UHD, intense specularity, strong reflection, very detailed, detailed and elaborate, Ultra detailed, ultra resolution, lots of details, highly detailed, intricate, intricately detailed, perfect airbrush, realistic eyes, realistic hair, exquisite face, tom bagshaw art,
Prompt: Carne Griffiths style, oil painting, tom bagshaw art, close-up portrait of a character, corals grow on her head, she cries black tears.
She and many fantastic fish are floating, very detailed, Ultra detailed, ultra resolution, lots of details, highly detailed, hd, 32k, unusual and fantastic art.
girl swims underwater, against the background of fantastic fish, close-up portrait of a character,
Very realistic, Cinematic aesthetics, High quality, octane render, high color rendering, dramatic natural lighting, reflective catchlights, backlighting, hd, 32k, UHD, intense specularity, strong reflection, very detailed, detailed and elaborate, Ultra detailed, ultra resolution, lots of details, highly detailed, intricate, intricately detailed, perfect airbrush, realistic eyes, realistic hair, exquisite face, tom bagshaw art,
Prompt: surreal and grotesque, 100011110110, beautiful bluehaired girl, 1001110100, fractals are everywhere, rays of god and rays of madness, surreal and grotesque, blue roses, Tim Burton style, 010101, dramatic deeply rendered clouds, oldsmobile, 100011101
Prompt: New Orleans at Mardi Gras as backdrop to a painting by August Macke depicting a beautiful masked woman, suffering from desperate heartbreak; She has red cupids-bow lips, and behind her mask are precisely detailed azure eyes
Prompt: Genera una representación artística y surrealista del rostro de una mujer. Explora la belleza única de sus rasgos mientras se mezclan con elementos de la naturaleza y el cosmos. Destaca la expresión facial, incorporando colores etéreos y patrones abstractos que reflejen la complejidad y profundidad de la individualidad. Imagina un paisaje visualmente cautivador donde los detalles del rostro se fusionan armoniosamente con elementos oníricos, creando una experiencia visual única.
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.