Prompt: An oil painting on textured, rough canvas of a female figure standing , her blonde hair flowing , while she walks in an Irish moor.
She wears a beautiful layered gown, with long sleeves, in different hues of green and gray .
She is surrounded by beautiful grass and wild flowers, gently swept by the wind.
She holds a bouquet of purple heather flowers.Classical , beautiful face
A beautiful sky behind her, over a rocky beach
Dramatic, romantic
Prompt: Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow and winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home
And though where the road then takes me
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret
Nor will I forget
All who took that road with me
Prompt: We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted water's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not for those who wait too late
We gotta go for all we know
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
(Just the two of us)
Just the two of us
Building them castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
Prompt: I could touch the sky with my fingertips. The clouds were low.
Lead grey, pierced by firs and spruces on the mountains.
The air saturated with rain, the end and beginning of which not even the gods know.
Rich, penetrating colours. Green and grey. Deep and dark.
Interspersed with the poisonous white-green beard of lichen.
Dots of purple.
Stones and rocks that could be the remains of ancient monsters.
The sea. Rough. With quiet bays that have a hint of turquoise.
Abandoned petrol stations in the middle of nowhere.
Village supermarkets and taillights in the distance, hinting at the drift of the world.
Depth, simplicity and banality together.
Prompt: No fish. No maidens.
Only trolls here. Dwarves. Giants. As big as mountains. Chained to the seabed with iron chains tightened by fish-cries. Each link as thick as a leg. Huge and heavy. Harsh.
The giant's scream creates malm currents and sinks everything and everyone.
Its immeasurable treasures have given it golden armour. Interspersed with algae, coral and barnacles.
A thousand year old patina of sea and dead warriors.
I was there.
Under the sea.
Not a sound to be heard.
Trapped for ages in dark grey rock.
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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