Prompt: Hermione Granger from the film “Harry Potter” can be seen in the foreground. Behind her is a lake and behind that is Hogwarts Castle. The picture has something mysterious about it.
Prompt: I saw thee weep – the big bright tear
Came o’er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I see thee smile – the sapphire’s blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That filled that glance of thine.
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens o’er the heart.
Prompt: The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I'm free
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand and here I stay
Let the storm rage on
My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past
Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand in the light of day
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway
Prompt: Do you hear what I hear?
Said the night wind to the little lamb
Do you see what I see?
(Do you see what I see?)
Way up in the sky, little lamb
Do you see what I see?
(Do you see what I see?)
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
(Do you hear what I hear?)
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
(Do you hear what I hear?)
A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know? (Do you know what I know?)
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know? (Do you know what I know?)
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say! (Listen to what I say!)
Pray for peace, people, everywhere
Listen to what I say! (Listen to what I say!)
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light
Prompt: Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
I mean it, when I analyze the stench
To me, it makes a lot of sense
How the dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
Buffalo Soldier, in the heart of America
If you know your history
Then you would know where you coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
Who the heck do I think I am
I'm just a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival
Fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America
Buffalo Soldier, troddin' through the land woah
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Troddin' through the land, yeah, yeah
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America
Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland
To the heart of the Caribbean
Troddin' through San Juan
In the arms of America
Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
Prompt: a dazzling extravagant Mars-inspired evening gown with swirling yellowish, orange, and brown patterns, and red bands, shimmering like the surface of (Mars) itself. Background: starlit sea with Mars in the sky complementing the celestial theme. Ethereal magic realism in the cosmic sky. Brooke Shaden, Vincent Van Gogh, Rembrandt
Prompt: John Maynard!
" Who is John Maynard?"
" John Maynard was our helmsman,
he held out, until we reached the shore;
he saved us, his is the crown,
he died for us, our love be his reward.
John Maynard!" --
The "Swallow" flies over Lake Erie,
spray foams around the bow
like flakes of snow,
from Detroit she flies to Buffalo;
and the hearts are free and glad,
and the passengers with children and wives
already they see the shore in the dusk,
and chatting all folks to John Maynard comes:
" How far is it still, helmsman?"
He looks ahead and looks around:
" Still thirty minutes...half an hour."
All hearts are glad, all hearts are free --
there it sounds from the cargo room like a cry;
" Fire!" was it, that one could hear,
a smoke from cabin and hatch arouse,
a smoke, then flames ablaze,
and still twenty minutes to Buffalo.
And the passengers, a mixed crowd,
stay huddled together on the foreship,
on the foreship there is still air and light,
but on the helm it hovers tight,
and a whining arises: "Where are we? Where?"
And still fifteen minutes to Buffalo.
The draft becomes stronger,
but the smoke cloud stays,
the captain to the steer wheel peers,
he cannot see his helmsman anymore,
but through the megaphone he asks:
" Still there, John Maynard?"
" Yes, master, I am."
" Onto the shore! Into the surf!"
" I hold onto it."
And the crowd aboard cheers: "Keep on! Hello!"
And still ten minutes to Buffalo.
"Still there, John Maynard?" And answer comes
with dying voice: "Yes, master, I keep on!"
And into the surf, the reefs, the rocks,
he slams the "Swallow" amid;
if there is rescue, it comes only this way.
Rescue: The shore of Buffalo.
The ship is broken. The fire smoldered.
Saved all. -- But one is missing! --
All bells are ringing; their sounds rising
to heaven from churches and chapels,
apart of that the town is silent,
one duty only it has today:
Ten thousands follow or more,
and no eye in the crowd without tears.
Prompt: A particularly beautiful and attractive woman whose face is painted like a caspian pond turtle . and eye make up like caspian pond turtle tail caspian pond tortoiseshell. She possesses beautiful, big red lips, adorned with touches of decorations and vibrant brown and green metallic tortoiseshell sprays, peahen woman in the water of the night
Prompt: Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas
A very Merry Christmas
A very, very, Merry, Merry Christmas to you
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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