Prompt: A blue ghostly angel fights and wrestels wildly with a red devil. Blue and red clouds surround them in a Misty fog. From the clouds purple scared demons with yellow eyes fly in all directions. The sky in the background is gray, black cloudy. In these clouds is an opening where a bright light shines down on the fighters.
Prompt: A blue ghostly angel fights wildly with a red devil. Blue and red clouds surround them. From the clouds purple scared demons with yellow eyes fly in all directions. The sky in the background is gray, black cloudy. In these clouds is an opening where a bright light shines down on the fighters.
Prompt: In realms of youth, where dreams ignite,
Reality and fantasy unite.
A mind untamed, a spirit free,
No boundaries to what could be.
A box they build, to hold you in,
But freedom's call, it rings within.
Through music's pulse, a vibrant beat,
In warmth of souls, a sweet retreat.
The journey's end, a distant shore,
Understanding all, yet wanting more.
A wrinkle small, in time's vast sweep,
A beautiful past, secrets to keep.
The next quest waits, a challenge new,
In life's grand dance, forever true.
Prompt: We all have dreams. As a child you live your dream. Reality and fantasy seamlessly intertwine. Your thoughts are free. With your body fed, your mind can travel freely through everything you can think of. There are no boundaries. They try to trap you in a box. Searching for what sets you free. Music drugs warmth of the right people. The journey to the end of your existence, thinking it was good and you understand it all and nothing at the same time. You are a small wrinkle in time that slips by. Looking back and knowing it was beautiful looking for the next journey the next challenge.
Prompt: A man walks along a road, people of all ages and small children are walking next to him. Behind him on the road at different distances people are standing still and looking at the man who is walking further. The landscape consists of buildings that get older the further back they are. In the background there are ruins. Above all those people colorful strings hang down from the sky. On the left and right are large speakers that vibrate to the gabber music that comes out of them.
Prompt: There sits a fat capitalist on a big pile of money with blue suit and red ties.. In his hands he holds a black folder with "Orders" written on it. On the other site are small, skinny children of all colors sitting on the ground with torn clothes. Around them lie empty zinc feeding bowls. Between them stands a heavily armed soldier who points his gun at the children. On his left shoulder on the side of the children sits a blue shining angel. On his right shoulder on the side of the capitalist sits a red shining devil. The figures can be seen in a dystopian landscape with orange smoke shining up from it.
Prompt: There sits a fat capitalist on a big pile of money with just a clown's nose on it. In his hands he holds a black folder with "Orders" written on it. On the other site aresmall, skinny children sitting on the ground with torn clothes. Around them lie empty zinc feeding bowls. Between them stands a heavily armed soldier who points his gun at the children. On his left shoulder on the side of the children sits a blue shining angel. On his right shoulder on the side of the capitalist sits a red shining devil. The figures can be seen in a dystopian landscape with orange smoke shining up from it.
Prompt: In the middle of a group of children with old and torn clothes sits an old storyteller. Around the circle of children are boulders that glow greenish. Between the boulders are torches that cast an atmospheric yellow light on the scene. In the background in a mountain wall is an opening to a cave. Above the opening is the text: "Never again" In the sky hang pale gray clouds that light up in the moonlight.
Prompt: A large brain lies in the middle of garbage. Rats prowl around the filthy mess. From the brain come all kinds of blood vessels and nerve pathways that seek a way out of the garbage dump between the garbage. From the garbage dump along the large brains rises brown smoke. Above the brains fly demons with purple eyes and claws.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man with light yellow hair and pig like eyes in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
The room itself has dirty broken windows. The walls are covered with Spider rag. On one wall is an old photo of the Christmas man. The list is broken the glass is shattered.
Through the windows wind blows in snow.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
Prompt: Voor elke mening creërt men een eigen waarheid waarbij niet bevallende onderdelen worden weggelaten, gebagatelliseerd of geframed.
Er zit dan logica in voor de lezer of luisteraar.
Men luistert niet om te begrijpen en vragen te stellen maar om ja maar te kunnen roepen.
Soms is de kloof klein en overbrugbaar maar vaak zo breed dat je ook niks meer hoort van de overkant.
Nooit weer wordt beperkt tot een eigen kringetje van gelijken die binnen bepaalde denk regels vallen.
Menselijkheid is er alleen maar voor wie het "verdienen".
Nooit weer kan alleen maar waarheid worden als al het onrecht wordt aangepakt. De wereld is een kruidvat en elk onrecht kan dit ontsteken. Een wereld zonder onrecht, maak je niet door muren te bouwen tussen ons en de anderen.
Planet Claire B52's Dreamlike Journey Through Cosmic Forests
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
Planet Claire B52 Glamorous Retro Lady in Futuristic City
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
Prompt: A little toddler with blond white hair and a lolly in his mouth in a three-piece blue suit with a red tie sits at the head of a conference table where several people look anxiously at the toddler.
A coloring book with torn pages lies on the table. Next to it are broken crayons Broken picture frames hang on the walls. On the floor are all broken toys
Prompt: There are two empty trenches looking like those in a war. Between those trenches is a higher park-like terrain. There stands a large silver shiny referee whistle. In the trenches are no people but unorganized piles of thick law books and folders with papers. On the terrain between the trenches men and women are standing chatting happily with each other. Clouds in the shape of a large letter M hang above the terrain and the sun casts a shadow in the shape of an M on the terrain.
Prompt: Children in military uniforms sit shoulder to shoulder in a trench and look up. They hold catapults and guns made from pipe in their hands. Wooden beams support the walls of the trench. The ground is muddy. Above the trench you can see branches of trees with sunbeams shining between the leaves in the trench.
Prompt: A child with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the child's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A child with a mad look in her eyes looks around. Her clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the childss body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A woman with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the man's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A man with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the man's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: An almost bald head with a yellow tuft of hair on top rises in a purple thick liquid surrounded by a rusty iron metal wall. The eyes are just above the liquid. Around him popping yellow gas bubbles rise up making small yellow clouds of smoke. On the edge of the wall sit small green monsters with smoking cigarettes in their mouths
Prompt: It's time to play the game
Time to play the game
It's all about the game and how you play it
All about control and if you can take it
All about your debt and if you can pay it
It's all about pain and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am heavy debt, no way you can pay me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a Cleveland bitch from a smoking gun
I am the game and I make the rules
So move on out here and die like a fool
Try to figure out what my move's gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget that the price you can pay
'Cause I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game
It's all about the game and how you play it
It's all about control and if you can take it
It's all about your debt and if you can pay it
It's all about pain and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debt, and you know you can't pay me
I am your pain and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name
You're gonna die in flames
Prompt: A boy and a girl with blond hair and blue eyes walk happily hand in hand through a mysterious paradise like landscape where small creatures walk and fly around as if from a horror movie. The sky is bright blue with hazy white clouds. In the middle is a spherical tree with apples in it. A snake winds around the trunk.
Prompt: A boy and a girl walk happily hand in hand through a mysterious landscape where small creatures walk and fly around as if from a painting by Hieronymus Bosch. The sky is bright blue with hazy white clouds. In the middle is a spherical tree with apples in it. A snake winds around the trunk.
Prompt: A battery like a doll with hands and feet stands bent over while its tired eyes look forward. On the gray dusty ground lie all small yellow balls that emit small lightning bolts. The sky in the background has a purple glow through which hazy yellow sunbeams shine.
Prompt: An old man without a beard sits in an old leather chair with holes where straw comes out. A mouse sticks its head out of some of the holes. Behind the man stands a dark person in a black coat with a hoody. A skull can be vaguely seen in the hoody. The room has mainly dark brown tones. In front of a dirty window through which pale light shines, there are cobwebs and dust rags. In the corner stands a scythe. On the wall hang colorful family photos that shine brightly among all the darkness.
Prompt: A colorful butterfly with a happy girl on its back flies through the air like an airplane. The butterfly has steampunk parts. The sky is bright blue and below the butterfly the landscape is full of colorful flowers. The sun shines softly through the colorful wings of the butterfly as if its wings were made of stained glass.
Prompt: Amidst dusty rubble sits a boy covered in white dust. In her arms she holds a faded old teddy bear with a beady eye still hanging from a thread. In front of her on the ground lie colored blocks with question marks on them. The descending dust filters the sunlight that shines in rays on the scene.
Prompt: Amidst dusty rubble sits a girl covered in white dust. In her arms she holds a faded old teddy bear with a beady eye still hanging from a thread. In front of her on the ground lie colored blocks with question marks on them. The descending dust filters the sunlight that shines in rays on the scene.
Prompt: In the middle of a silver circle on the ground lies a large purple shiny ball. The sunlight causes flickering. On top of the purple ball sits a happy little girl. Behind her on the bal stands a happy boy. A robot from rusty iron is watching while his lightbulbs are spreading a friendly light.
Prompt: In the middle of a silver circle lies a large purple shiny ball. The sunlight causes flickering. On top of the purple ball sits a happy little girl. Behind her stands a happy boy.
A robot from rusty iron is watching
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.
