Prompt: When she goes abroad, she drives in a car drawn by two cats. She lends a favorable ear to men who call upon her, and it is from her name that the title has come that women of birth and wealth are called frur. She is fond of love ditties, and it is good to call on
her in love affairs
Prompt: Perhaps I should have been fighting with the monster till now, if a wonderful mermaid had not come to help me. When she began to sing, and looked at the dragon with her beautiful eyes, all his rage softened at once; he was absorbed in gazing upon her beauty, and I meanwhile burnt him to ashes, and threw them into the sea.
"Paint three robes, writing upon them your essence"
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1536 X 1536
(2.36 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Thus the three of them painted. First, Balam Quitze painted the image of what
came to be a jaguar. He painted it on the face of the robe.
Next Balam Acab painted the image of an eagle.
Then Mahucutah painted hornets all over it. Everywhere he painted the images of
wasps on the face of the robe.
Thus the three of them finished their paintings. Three forms they painted on the
robes and gave them to Lady Lust and Lady Weeping, as they are called.
Prompt: All alone are the Framer and the Shaper, Sovereign and Quetzal Serpent, They Who Have Borne Children and They Who Have Begotten Sons. Luminous they are in the water, wrapped in quetzal feathers and cotinga feathers. Thus they are called Quetzal Serpent.
Prompt: Buxom 40-ish lady. Tight silk top. Long fluffy knitted gloves. Hair worn in bum. Thin glasses. Sits in a soft armchair. Leans her face in her hand.
Prompt: From his own head he gave birth to owl-eyed Athena,
The awesome, battle-rousing, army-leading, untiring
Lady, whose pleasure is fighting and the metallic din of war.
Prompt: Cute petite young woma riding an enormous muscular black bull. Long hair braided in pigtails. Tight sweater revealing her belly. Beautiful green field and blue sky. Snowy mountains in the background.
Prompt: Rd falleth asleep, but I am awake, and there is the goddess Hast at the gate of heaven by night. Obstacles have been set before me, but I have gathered together what he hath emitted. I am in my city. Nut-urt, I have entered into thee and I have counted my harvest
Prompt: "Homage to thee, bull of Amentet, the god Thoth, the
"king of eternity, is with me . I am the great god near the divine
"boat, I have fought for thee .
Prompt: Golden was the first race of articulate folk
Created by the immortals who live on Olympos.
They actually lived when Cronos was king of the sky,
And they lived like gods, not a care in their hearts
Prompt: There is a bronze wall beaten round it, and Night
In a triple row flows round its neck, while above it grow
The roots of earth and the unharvested sea.
There the Titans are concealed in the misty gloom
By the will of Zeus who gathers the clouds,
In a moldering place, the vast earth’s limits.
There is no way out for them. Poseidon set doors
Of bronze in a wall that surrounds it
Prompt: Full-body picture. Voluptuous 40ish lady. Messy long dark hair. Green eyes. Knitted corset. Silk stockings. Silk gloves. Lying on a sofa. Aristocratic salon. Mischievous smile. Paintings on the wall.
Prompt: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Prompt: 20 yo girl. Short hair. Dark eyes. Defiant look. Soft beanie with cat ears. Shiny nose ring. Tattooed. Camouflage tank top. Cargo shorts. Striped thigh-high socks. Dirty alley. Puddles of rain. Walls full of graffitis.
Prompt: Buxom voluptuous woman. Short dark hair. Dark complexion. Tight soft red mohair sweater. Short black skirt. Black lace stockings. Luxurious salon. Surreal, dreamy landscape outside the window.
Prompt: Ye would not believe how charmingly they sat there, when, they did not dance, profound, but without thoughts, like little secrets, like beribboned riddles, like dessert-nuts Many-hued and foreign, forsooth! but without clouds: riddles which can be guessed: to please such maidens I then composed an after-dinner psalm.
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.
