The only thing I feel sorry for is Angela, she was
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Prompt: The only thing I feel sorry for is Angela, she was the only bright person in my master's path. Now it is unlikely that my master will recover. But nothing he has me, why he needs Angela, and let him carry me with pride. This is my fate and my destiny.
Peter Petrovich came to the counter, bought the desired goods, paid and we left the store. I did not even have time to say goodbye to the savior of humanity.
Representatives of the law, having stopped the ins
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Prompt: Representatives of the law, having stopped the insane horsemen of the apocalypse, took her to the nearest police station. The Soviet Union had no mental patients, so this fact was concealed. The owner was placed in a mental hospital for treatment. After these adventures Angela's psyche also deteriorated and she was also sent for treatment. After that I never saw her again. That's my crazy story, my friend", my new acquaintance finished her story, but I don't regret anything, I'm proud of my status as a helmet saint.
The heels of her shoes broke at the beginning of t
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Prompt: The heels of her shoes broke at the beginning of the trip, and she left them on the same stretch of road. The soles of her feet at the finish line were solid, meaty flesh. They hurt wildly. The rider left a trail of bloody footprints on the pavement. Between her legs, the unruly and rigid torso of the horse "Bujan" left painful wounds. A passing police patrol came to the aid of our heroine.
Prompt: And it was repeated again: -Hold the crab, didn't catch it, ha ha! It amused me. Silly trees. You always grow in one place and can't see anything within a kilometer radius. I have no legs, but I have been to many places. I'm smarter than all of you. But though I heard that you can exchange information thanks to your root system and thanks to that you know what's going on in every corner of the Earth, except deserts and oceans. But even though you have your informants there too, such as Tumbleweed and algae.
Prompt: I would give anything in the world to be human. I don't have legs and arms. If I had legs and arms, I would run up to the window and grab your huge five my friend. And then wouldn't let go, and then see which one of us would have laughed. But miracles don't happen, and there's no wonderful wizard to make my wishes come true. And that fish in the aquarium, which is taking in with its mouth, dissolved oxygen in the water, as if it wants to say something, is not golden at all and does not grant the wishes of dreaming suitcases.
As if someone suddenly responded to the call of th
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Prompt: As if someone suddenly responded to the call of the praying man. Under the blowing of the wind, a blue-golden cloud was brought into the room. The cloud began to take different shapes. It was a circle, a triangle, a rhombus, and finally it froze in a rectangular shape. Now I could clearly see the cloudy-smoky shape of an antique handbag.
Prompt: - If I turned you into a human, you'd be in a lot of trouble. Let me better make you a bottomless suitcase that can hold everything in the world: beds, houses, cars, planes, trains, these goats who get gutted, and most importantly people, nations. You'll swallow everything in the world like the Miracle Fish Whale. You will be feared. They will worship and revere you. You will become the lord of all mankind, you will have cities, states, countries, you will oversee everything.
Prompt: - I'm bored lying on the closet. Petrovich hasn't taken me anywhere for a long time. I'm lying here for no reason. I'm bored. I feel useless. I don't serve my master, so I'm not fulfilling my purpose. And if I were human, I would go out now and enjoy life. I went to visit my friend Anton Dmitrievich. I would sit with him. We would drink beer. I never drank beer. We went to the garage, gutted the goat. I've seen goats once, but I don't know how they gut it. There are different kinds of goats. The one in Antokha's garage is also called a motorcycle, so they gut it and then ride it somehow. They're holding on to the horns or something. That's what I would do if I were human.
- Fear not, my friend, I mean you no harm, I am th
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Prompt: - Fear not, my friend, I mean you no harm, I am the spirit of your ancestor. I am your great-great-grandfather. I've come to answer your prayers. I can help you. I can grant your wish. I heard that you want to become human. Why would you want that?
Nothing will be hidden from you. You will be aware
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Prompt: Nothing will be hidden from you. You will be aware of everything. You will be the lord of all mankind. If you get a taste for it or get bored with it, you can consume the earth, the planets, the sun, the solar system, the galaxies, the universe. You will become a god. You will be worshipped by everyone and everything. You will become a black hole. You will be a weapon that destroys everything in its path. Isn't that what man strives for? Man is the lowest form of all life. It is a nasty little bug that does not get along with itself, and cannot even come to terms with members of its own species.
Hence all wars and all the woes of mankind. Man is
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Prompt: Hence all wars and all the woes of mankind. Man is a parasite living on Earth, ready to destroy everything he has. A louse, a lowlife. He drinks up all the juices, kills mother earth, the planet in gratitude for the fact that she created him, raised him, nurtured him. It is not a grateful child. I'm giving you an opportunity to fix it. Strike a balance. Set the balance. Fix everything. Accept it. This is your purpose. You were not created to serve the ignorant, not to help the bipeds. You are to enslave them. Show them who's really the master. Think, decide, you have time. Teach mankind a lesson. Stories will be told about you, legends. You will be worshipped. You will be feared. You will be the highest form of existence.
Prompt: - But I don't want that. In order to dominate, I have to understand the man from the inside. To be in his sod. Wear his lining. People aren't so bad.
- Why? I'm giving you a higher, a mightier, all at once. Remember how your master used to punish you for nothing.
- He did it unconsciously.
Prompt: - You think so?
- Can I be Peter Petrovich? That way I can understand his motives and if I understand that he is evil, then I will take your offer and enslave the whole universe.
- All right. Listen to me. When Petrovich touches you, say the following: - Change places for the glory of all the guardians of things, for the glory of the founding fathers, for justice to come. For universal balance.
Prompt: There are no words to describe this outrage. There is no worse feeling of waiting in line. You wait, you wait, and you get all wound up. Queuing in stores is normal. It doesn't make it easy, just hard. Petrovich and I stood in line at the store, hoping to buy a pair of family underpants, which once a year were thrown on the counter for Soviet citizens. Behind us, a tall citizen took the line. He was thin, tall, had an oval-shaped face, and small gray close-set eyes that looked around viciously. His nose was oversized, his Jewish roots predominating. He was very proud of this fact of his ancestry and often stressed to his acquaintances that his father was of Jewish descent.
Prompt: My acquaintance during this scientific experiment had an unforgettable ecstasy which she could not forget, and whenever she encountered even the most holey unfamiliar bag lying somewhere in the dirtiest utility room, she shared these feelings. She said if this unforgettable feeling arose with some cigarette case, what would it be if the great Freud introduced the suitcase!!! She after this session began to think of Freud as a god, a supreme deity like Zeus.
These words struck a chord with me that I was no l
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Prompt: These words struck a chord with me that I was no longer angry with Petrovich. I thought about how I could set him up to keep very, very important and valuable things in me.
- You will laugh, but a bag I know used to visit the famous psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. - He, after his sessions with her mistress and her, concluded that bags, clutches, and purses represent vaginal symbolism. Her mistress suffered from hysterical fits during which she constantly rubbed and touched my friend in all places, then opened and closed the lock, climbing inside and was constantly looking for something there and not finding it. Freud drew an unambiguous conclusion and set up an experiment by asking his patient to open my acquaintance, after which he began to slowly push his cigarette case in and out. At the same time the face of the experimenter lit up in a devilish smile.
- Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone el
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Prompt: - Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone else. He loves all things, regardless of category or prestige. He would never dare offend or hurt anyone, not even the holey rag bag that had been stored in the barn all his life. I felt it as he gently stroked my form. I could feel the love in his hands. Real love. And if a person entrusts us not just with cheap things like socks, panties, dresses, and toothbrushes, but with things of a different status, coveted and cherished by them, then they will love us differently. They will pay special attention to us. Not for a minute, not to part with us and even less to humiliate and obfuscate us.
- So this is our raison d'être. We should strive to keep jewels, special important things, and not some huskies in us? - I stated enthusiastically.
Prompt: The leather suitcase continued:
- I once met God, yes I saw Louis Vuitton, when he passed by the products of the factory where I was betrayed material forms, Louis said, looking at me: -This product of the new collection is created to keep treasures in it! This is the true purpose of my children created by me, my creations. And so I assure you, colleagues, we are designed to keep the wealth of man, that is the great intention of the creator!
- Have you seen the true God? - I asked him.
- Well, what to say about the highest of this worl
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Prompt: - Well, what to say about the highest of this world - entered into a dialogue folder. For example, Dmitri Ivanovich Mendeleyev, the famous Russian scientist, also gave his life to suitcases. He devoted his whole life to this activity, and even after he went blind, he continued to create his children by touch. People lined up for Mendeleev's creations. Mendeleev invented a special unique glue that made travel accessories especially strong and durable. Dmitry Ivanovich even invented the analogue of his periodic system of chemical elements (Table of Mendeleev), where the hierarchy of clothing keepers was looked through. A kind of system of wardrobe, where at the head sat a chest familiar to us from the times of the Egyptian civilization. This is a god as good as Louis and Freud, my friends. And I revered him at one time and worshipped my shabby side before him. But the master changed my worldview. To me, you are all the same suitcase as the Chinese are to the white race. People of other races say that the Chinese all look the same. So we folders think that you suitcases are indistinguishable from each other, you are all alike like two peas in a pod.
- So for me you folders also all look the same - I
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Prompt: - So for me you folders also all look the same - I laughed.
- There was a funny incident in my life - started a leather suitcase, for my old master this fact came out sideways. I had a twin brother, we were made in the same factory. We were like two peas in a pod. Same fasteners, paneling, cladding. And my former owner bought the two of us. Me for himself and the twin brother for his mistress. And so in his moments of solitude with his new lover, when he would tell his wife that he was going away on a business trip, and accordingly his mistress would tell her husband that she was also away on business, my brother and I would meet at the hotel. And at one point, in a hurry, my host confused my brother with me. Brought home without checking the contents. He walked into the living room, held out the wrong suitcase to his wife and said: - "Honey, I'm very tired, I've had a hard day today, I just came from the train station, take things out of the suitcase.
Prompt: The wife obeyed the order and opened the suitcase and was surprised that there were things that did not belong to her husband, they were: stockings, pantaloons, bras, in a word, the attributes of the female closet. And all after that they divorced. The cup of happiness in the family cracked because of our resemblance. So I conclude that we must be different for human happiness.
But our conversation and my reflection on my purpose was interrupted by a man who came into the compartment. We all froze in study of the new character. With a monotonous, cold gaze, he was assessing everyone present, who was sniffing angrily from under the shiny huge lenses of his glasses. The intelligent-looking man had a black briefcase in his hand. But this citizen was not pleasant, did not inspire confidence and repulsed for some reason. He put his briefcase near me and sat down on the edge of the bottom shelf aloof, making it clear that he has no intention to engage in a dialogue with anyone. This unpleasant character of the human world placed his briefcase next to me.
I started a conversation with the newly arrived th
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Prompt: I started a conversation with the newly arrived thing in our company. But the briefcase was silent. After a long moment of silence he began.
- Leave me alone I no longer see the point of my purpose. I contain the evil that my master carries within me. Many times I begged him to leave me, to throw me away on the garbage dump. Please, Andrey Romanovich, put me out of my misery," I implored him many times. - Romanovich tortured me, he made me into a box to carry the hangman's trappings. Our creator, the supreme chest, created me for good, but I fell into the hands of the monster, and I bring evil, sorrow and tears. Once I tried to thwart his terrible desire, the thoughts of his sick lust, but it only made me worse.
Prompt: I was fascinated by all 23 curves of her leathery exquisite form. Show me at least an edge of your lining. Open the lock and show at least a piece of your intoxicated gut. Her natural leather, from which it was made, filled the entire enclosed space with a peculiarly captivating aroma. For the two of us there was no one on the bus, we only felt the presence of our masters, who held us like two pets on a leash, willing at any moment to break off the invisible leashes and merge in a unique purse and suitcase love-coital. Oh, where are you great Freud, why are you not our master who can do the impossible for us. I wish to have a conductor like you Sigmund setting the tone for this mad lust, who, like a wizard conductor, would direct, waving an invisible wand, this beautiful orchestra playing without stopping the only symphony called "love". I will probably never meet this beautiful stranger again in my life. Of course, I will many times, on public transportation, rub against other ladies' bags, but the contact with this Frenchwoman left an indelible impression on my entire life. When Petrovich carried me away from her I could only shout: - Adieu mon amour!!!
Prompt: When I shuffled my side against her beautiful and soft skin she politely said to me, "Pardon, Monsieur! I automatically answered her, for some reason: "Of course I do! And immediately I blushed.
A vibe of purse and suitcase passion filled the already cramped space of the Soviet passenger transport. The vibes were everywhere, and it seemed as though the streetcar interior was bursting like a soap bubble, swollen with the gusts of imagined passion. They drove me insane.
Prompt: Adieu mon amour!!!"
Stepping off the train carriage, my host and I headed to GLAVK for the purpose of our trip. Dissecting the air currents like an aeroplane, I flew past the sights of the city we were in. My engine, which helped me soar with ease through the expanse of human existence, was Peter Petrovich. As I flew by, I met my brothers and sisters. I considered as brothers and sisters all those who were also keepers of people's things. I am not as arrogant and arrogant as some. I didn't want to offend anyone or consider myself superior in rank. Whoever I met on my way I gave a friendly smile. I gave everyone a friendly greeting. In a cramped tram, I met a beautiful Frenchwoman - she was a lady's theatrical handbag. I fell in love with her at first sight. Her graceful form settled so deeply in my mind that I couldn't forget it for long.
His master was sitting at the ajar door of the com
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Prompt: His master was sitting at the ajar door of the compartment, looking warily into the gap. In the corridor ran crying boy about six years old and shouted pitifully: - Mama, where are you? Romanich quickly, with the speed of deadly lightning, jumped out of his ambush, into the doorway, while carrying away our brief acquaintance.
Prompt: Coming with the master to the GLAVK, he placed me on the window sill next to a worn business briefcase. While I was waiting for my host I decided not to waste any time and spoke to my waiting companion.
- Greetings to you. How are you doing? - I started, addressing to the briefcase, - I see that your life has taken its toll, since your appearance does not inspire confidence.
- It is not you, sir, who first told me about it, - my new acquaintance answered me, - my appearance is not good, I fully agree with you, my lord appreciates me and I am proud of it, because he built the house thanks to me.
- It is strange, you do not have hands and feet, perhaps in you carried the drawings of the house, on which it was built?
- No, I just helped steal bricks from the construc
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Prompt: - No, I just helped steal bricks from the construction site where my master works. Every day the owner was taking out two bricks a day from the site he was building in my underbelly. One when he went home for lunch and one when he came home from work. And one on the weekends, when he supposedly came for an inspection. That's how three years of stealing and a house built. Now we are building a house for our son, he got married recently and needed somewhere to live. So now we carry bricks for the second house. One brick, two bricks will make a house. My boss loves me and is proud of me, he wouldn't trade me for anything, he needs me. I am proud of it. That's what I do best. That's my happiness; I don't need anything else. I am very important to him.
- It's great to be loved and appreciated by your master. Did he ever hit you?
- No. Not once. There was one time, though. We wer
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Prompt: - No. Not once. There was one time, though. We were walking home from work in the evening, and I was loaded with bricks. A hooligan came out to meet us and threatened me with a knife and demanded all the contents in me and everything he had in his pockets. My master was not confused and told him politely: "Brother, why so! You can ask nicely. The villain stopped his attack after these words. The master continued: - A bottle of excellent bourbon, is in my briefcase, do you need it? And he pulled me open and lowered me to the ground. The bandit leaned over with interest to see what kind of bubble I had in me, and maybe something else? And the master smacked him in the face with a sharp downward and upward motion, so he stretched out on the asphalt like a sourdough. The cheeky bastard was lying on the ground, catching the blow and muttering to himself: "What a jerk, why did I look at what bubble was in the suitcase? I quit drinking a long time ago! Our inquisitive raider didn't get up for a long time, at least not before we disappeared around the corner. There you go. I'm useful in everything. I can help you steal and punch you in the face. That's why I'm the owner's favorite thing!
Prompt: I mentally embraced her, sinking my upper sash against her. So I would sit here forever, right here with you, my dear. I am not afraid of natural phenomena, neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor evil people who might harm us. I am willing to do anything for a wonderful time with you. I contemplated the green of the leaves and the roses of the fire on the other shore, the depth of the waters was beautiful and drawing me in. The wind blew and her image appeared in the rushing current of a matching wave. It seemed to me that all flowers bloomed only for us. How good the world is... The blue of the sky enchanted, the whiteness of the clouds soothed. Bright and cheerful day looked like no trouble. How good the world is... All the many colors of the rainbow that hung in the sky and hypnotized me. I could also see the faces of people passing by. They greeted each other, shook hands. It was like a declaration of love. I heard the cries of children.
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