Prompt: Two beautiful women (Janet and Julia) each with waist-length curly soaking-wet pink hair, wearing butterfly-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet kaftans, and silver T-bar sandals on their feet, lying down on their backs in an enormous jacuzzi, with their arms round each other. Their hair and their kaftans are swirling around and floating in the water.
Prompt: Two beautiful women (Janet and Julia) each with waist-length curly soaking-wet pink hair, wearing butterfly-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet kaftans, and silver T-bar sandals on their feet, lying down on their backs in an enormous jacuzzi, with their arms round each other. Their hair and their kaftans are swirling around and floating in the water.
Prompt: Two beautiful women (Janet and Julia) each with waist-length curly soaking-wet pink hair, wearing butterfly-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet kaftans, and silver T-bar sandals on their feet, lying down on their backs in an enormous jacuzzi, with their arms round each other. Their hair and their kaftans are swirling around and floating in the water.
Prompt: An exquisitely beautiful woman, with waist-length soaking-wet curly pink hair, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan. She is so wonderfully happy that the top of her head is exploding, spraying out multicoloured jets of water, which pour down all over her, drenching her completely. The room is swirling with water.
Prompt: About a hundred squishy toys and plush toys, all of them are swimming or floating in a huge olympic-size swimming pool. There are no humans in the pool.
Prompt: About a hundred large squishy toys and plush toys, all of them are swimming or floating in a huge olympic-size swimming pool. There are no humans in the pool.
Prompt: About a hundred large squishy toys and plush toys, all of them are swimming or floating in a huge olympic-size swimming pool. There are no humans in the pool.
Prompt: An exquisitely beautiful woman, with waist-length soaking-wet curly pink hair, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan. She is so wonderfully happy that the top of her head is exploding, spraying out multicoloured jets of water, which pour down all over her, drenching her completely. The room is swirling with water.
Prompt: An exquisitely beautiful woman, with waist-length soaking-wet curly pink hair, wearing a butterfly-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan. She is so wonderfully happy that the top of her head is exploding, spraying out multicoloured jets of water, which pour down all over her, drenching her completely. The room is swirling with water.
Prompt: A beautiful woman with waist-length curly tangled pink hair, wearing an ankle-length long-sleeved soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan, somersaulting and swirling around joyfully, contained within a enormous mother's planet-sized womb.
Prompt: Eight beautiful women, each swimming along in their own lane of an eight-lane olympic-sized swimming pool. Each woman has long wet tangled hair, and is wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet multi-layer wedding dress and high-heeled sandals. Each woman is making lots of splashes as they swim, and their dresses are floating and swirling around them as they swim. There is a large clock at the end of the pool.
Prompt: Eight beautiful women, each swimming along in their own lane of an eight-lane olympic-sized swimming pool. Each woman has long wet tangled hair, and is wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length soaking-wet multi-layer wedding dress and high-heeled sandals. Each woman is making lots of splashes as they swim, and their dresses are floating and swirling around them as they swim. There is a large clock at the end of the pool.
Prompt: When you come down the vale, lass, there's singing in the trees, there's music in the gale, lass, and music in the breeze, there's welcome and there's rapture, o'er moorland and o'er dale, but none so glad as I am, lass, when you come down the vale. Stars up above, find ye my love, tell her the night is fair, peep from the skies into her eyes, leaving my image there.
Prompt: When you come down the vale, lass, there's singing in the trees, there's music in the gale, lass, and music in the breeze, there's welcome and there's rapture, o'er moorland and o'er dale, but none so glad as I am, lass, when you come down the vale. Stars up above, find ye my love, tell her the night is fair, peep from the skies into her eyes, leaving my image there.
Prompt: There' something in the way, you're always somewhere else, feelings have deserted me, to a point of no return, I don't believe in God, but I'll pray for you, Don't you slip away from me, it's you I live for, don't you leave, no, don't you slip away from me, I'm vulnerable to your love.
Prompt: There' something in the way, you're always somewhere else, feelings have deserted me, to a point of no return, I don't believe in God, but I'll pray for you, Don't you slip away from me, it's you I live for, don't you leave, no, don't you slip away from me, I'm vulnerable to your love.
Prompt: There've been times in my life I've wished I could have been a little stronger, There've been smiles somehow I've never Took the time to give away, There've been dreams that I let go When I should have held on longer, There've been mirrors that I just turned away. And where I've been and what I've done Is who I am today And I know I wouldn't want it Any other way, My mistakes have made me strong The growing sets me free To be in love with me. If living is for loving, Loving is the key, I can't love another 'Til I'm loving me.
Prompt: There've been times in my life I've wished I could have been a little stronger, There've been smiles somehow I've never Took the time to give away, There've been dreams that I let go When I should have held on longer, There've been mirrors that I just turned away. And where I've been and what I've done Is who I am today And I know I wouldn't want it Any other way, My mistakes have made me strong The growing sets me free To be in love with me. If living is for loving, Loving is the key, I can't love another 'Til I'm loving me.
Prompt: There is a beautiful woman (Eva). Six-thirty winter morn, snow keeps falling, silent dawn. A rose by any other name, Eva leaves her Swanbrook home. A kindest heart which always made me ashamed of my own, she walks alone, but not without her name. Eva flies away, dreams the world far away, in this cruel children's game there's no friend to call her name. Eva sails away, dreams the world far away, the good in her will be my sunflower field.
Prompt: There is a beautiful woman (Eva). Six-thirty winter morn, snow keeps falling, silent dawn. A rose by any other name, Eva leaves her Swanbrook home. A kindest heart which always made me ashamed of my own, she walks alone, but not without her name. Eva flies away, dreams the world far away, in this cruel children's game there's no friend to call her name. Eva sails away, dreams the world far away, the good in her will be my sunflower field.
Prompt: Put all your angels on the edge. Keep all the roses, I'm not dead. I left a thorn under your bed. I'm never gone. Go tell the world I'm still around. I didn't fly I'm coming down. You are the wind, the only sound. Whisper to my heart when hope is torn apart and no-one can save you. I walk alone. Every step I take I walk alone. My winter storm holding me awake it's never gone. When I walk alone.
Prompt: Put all your angels on the edge. Keep all the roses, I'm not dead. I left a thorn under your bed. I'm never gone. Go tell the world I'm still around. I didn't fly I'm coming down. You are the wind, the only sound. Whisper to my heart when hope is torn apart and no-one can save you. I walk alone. Every step I take I walk alone. My winter storm holding me awake it's never gone. When I walk alone.
Prompt: Now I will tell you what I've done for you, fifty thousand tears I've cried, screaming deceiving and bleeding for you, and you still won't hear me. Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself, maybe I'll wake up for once, not tormented daily defeated by you, just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm dying again. I'm going under, drowning in you, I'm falling forever, I've got to break through, I'm going under.
Prompt: Now I will tell you what I've done for you, fifty thousand tears I've cried, screaming deceiving and bleeding for you, and you still won't hear me. Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself, maybe I'll wake up for once, not tormented daily defeated by you, just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm dying again. I'm going under, drowning in you, I'm falling forever, I've got to break through, I'm going under.
Prompt: Two beautiful women (Janet and Julia),each with waist-length soaking-wet curly pink hair, wearing soaking-wet long-sleeved ankle-length swirling tie-dye boho dresses, playing with a beach ball in a deep lake. Flowers are floating on the surface of the lake. The heavy rain is pouring down all over them. They are both laughing. Their boho dresses are floating and twirling around them, on the surface of the water.
Prompt: Long-pink-haired beautiful woman swimming in a room under water, vintage furniture, wearing an ankle-length long-sleeved soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan and lots of jewellery, trying to escape, vintage floor lamps.
Prompt: Long-pink-haired beautiful woman swimming in a room under deep water, vintage furniture, wearing an ankle-length long-sleeved soaking-wet tie-dye kaftan and lots of jewellery, trying to escape, vintage floor lamps.
Wanda is still sitting on a deck chair as the tide comes in
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Prompt: There is a deckchair in the middle of the rough swirling sea. The deckchair is almost totally covered by the rapidly rising tide. Heavy rain is pouring down. There is a beautiful woman sitting in the deckchair. She is wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet ballgown and pink high-heeled shoes. She has pink waist-length tangled soaking-wet hair. Huge waves totally surround the deckchair, and the sea is rapidly rising, almost totally submerging her.
Prompt: There is a deckchair in the middle of the rough swirling sea. The deckchair is almost totally covered by the rapidly rising tide. Heavy rain is pouring down. There is a beautiful woman sitting in the deckchair. She is wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet ballgown and pink high-heeled shoes. She has waist-length tangled soaking-wet pink hair. Huge waves totally surround the deckchair, and the sea is rapidly rising, almost totally submerging her.
Prompt: There is a deckchair in the middle of the rough swirling sea. The deckchair is almost totally covered by the rapidly rising tide. There is a beautiful woman sitting in the deckchair. She is wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length tie-dye soaking-wet kaftan and pink high-heeled shoes. She has waist-length tangled soaking-wet pink hair. The rough sea totally surrounds the deckchair, and is rapidly rising. The incoming tide is swirling around her waist-deep, almost submerging her.
Hi, I'm Wanda :) I love swimming :) I swim in a long kaftan or a tiedye umbrella dress (occasionally a kimono or a wedding dress!) at the local pool several times a week. I am also nonbinary, and a computer geek, and love plushies :) <br /> I am also attempting to write my own operating system/emulator, called ::SHE+ILA:: (Segmented Hierarchical Environment (the datastore) + Interactive Language Architecture (The Instruction Set Processor / virtual ALU). It runs on the Atari 800XL, Apple ][, and Pentium 4 PC. It is document-oriented (no apps), segmented (no linking loader needed), and virtual (no serialisation needed). It evolved from a MUD/MUG (Wanderland) I ran on a big DEC host many years ago :) <br /> I do not *need* to travel, and have no car (even electric, anymore) as everything I *need* is in my local town in the East Midlands. <br /> I have no landline, and my mobile phone is permanently switched off. I am contactible only by email, or DDG messaging. I no longer run a website from my house, as I no longer have Cable Broadband or ADSL. I don't *need* it, since the only Internet I now use is DDG, Email, and occasionally YouTube. Regarding the latter, when an advert longer than 5 seconds comes on, I press MUTE and ESCAPE, and re-select the video from the menu, then fast-forward to where I was, then un-mute it. My only use for MS-Windows is playing old video games (such as UT99, UT2k4, and Sims 3). I do not do MAC or Linux. I do do MS-DOS 5.0 and Apple DOS 3.3 :) (Not ProDOS, as it doesn't honour ESC editing). I also used to have a PDP-11. but it was rather big and is now in Bletchley Park museum (TNMoC).
Artist statement
Feel free to copy or adapt my artwork, PROVIDED THAT you credit me ("Squishy Plushie") where appropriate, and if used offsite (away from DDG) maybe drop a link to the homepage (tinyurl.com/sheilasys). <br /> After all, the AI is doing the rendering, I'm just producing the inspiration. And even that came from past experience, or out of the quantum vacuum (akasha). :) If you like, also let me know where you've used it. <br /> However, DON'T use it in adverts -- they are a drain of attention, and they'll eventually kill the media through trivialisation/tolerance :( And be careful when swimming in long swirly dresses, lol :) They can get tangled round your feet (see the posts on my old website). Have fun :)
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.
