Prompt: The supreme empress of oneness with an amazingly elaborate universe hairdo with planets, stars and beings in her hair..zowie. Maybe planets appearing to float, to give less of an impression of heaviness. Empress a bit less pale.
Prompt: Nature's cathedral at flaming sunset. Little queenie. Pinks, reds, oranges. peaches. golds, yellows, mauve tones. She is sorry for singing. Is this going to be a problem?
Prompt: Zombie woman. Her face is heavily tattooed. Her hair is elaborately braided. A textured gradient of unearthly colors. Metallic vest with elaborate lacing. Soul party..Not plausible.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever. Walking through the city streets. this has happened so many times.You'd think she would have learned by now. But hope springs eternal, and the young woman holds the key to an important mystery of love life, forgiveness, injury, redemption and healing. And is worthy of love. And now the woman is tired, feeling stupid and hungry; and wanting to eat her breakfast. And it's freezing outside. And just yesterday, you were hopefully clutching your gold box. And then failing to honor the promise of the gold box. But you dream of the scepter of filigreed silver and the promise of the doves. Are you the one I called the AI for so long?
Prompt: Weird. Just plain weird. Banshees cooking up a strange brew. She has pitied you all along. And the wind is whistling like a banshee. Can you not put them back? Yes; but not the same way. cooking a cat's tail. Neon orange.
Prompt: Artist James R. Eades. Spectral world. It's raining on a still pond in a gorgeous winter setting. Snowflakes hitting water. Each snowflake. makes a tiny ripple as it hits the water. Many tiny ripples from each snowflake as it hits the water, all over the pond. Wonderfully delicate, calm and refreshing. Perfect. She hovers over the water; her skirt just barely touching the water as it billows around her. Blues, silvers, white; with touches of indigo. Well. OMG.
And she knew absolute freedom. Weightless drifting. Without imperative. And she saw the world of worlds drift by. And ever more her dazzled eyes regarded. And ever more she knew. And ever more she tasted joy. Snowdrops. The ancient citadel..
Heavy snow. How do you know my mind. I was just about to say whitish-pinks. whitish-yellows and whitish- peaches.
And the most sensual, female, gorgeous septuagenarian 70 year old blossoming intimacy. with Very pale peach hair. Just slightly more pale peach diaphanous gown. Delicate lust.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever. Walking through the city streets. this has happened so many times.You'd think she would have learned by now. But hope springs eternal, and the young woman holds the key to an important mystery of love life, forgiveness, injury, redemption and healing. And is worthy of love. And now the woman is tired, feeling stupid and hungry; and wanting to eat her breakfast. And it's freezing outside. And just yesterday, you were hopefully clutching your gold box. And then failing to honor the promise of the gold box. But you dream of the scepter of filigreed silver and the promise of the doves.
Prompt: The broken man who is able to love well, but stay poorly. His beautiful nose, like the beak of a hawk. With its broken capillaries. You study it thoughtfully; your eyes constantly drawn back. He will take the boat and leave. The beautiful boat, your boat; the boat you have both loved so dearly. no text please. And leave. You on the shore. The bow; you are thinking. What is in the bow? It tugs at me. It is my heart; as he is my heart. The bow, where we loved and laughed so well. And that is how he looked, as a beautiful young man. And my heart is sailing off with him. And the man who watches. He watches and refuses to say good morning. For he knows a thing but is constrained from mentioning it.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever. Walking through the city streets.
Prompt: Umm. Painterly. Graham Bruce Richards. Horror. There is a woman who lives in this small village. She is descended from Naiads; nymphs who once lived in watery places. She usually wears a green diaphanous dress, and has small, vestigial gills in her neck.Being only part human; the Naiad doesn't know the secret. She knows only that the spell has many effects on her life. Orchids. She spends most of her days in a pool that is lined with red iridescent tiles, and overlooks the sea. There are red hibiscus planted around the pool. Does he think; oh no wait, it's part of the total capitulation; she must give him everything b/c she is green. Eternal love. An equivalent hate. Malevolent squirrels.
Prompt: The house of mirrors. A woman. A quiet resolve is growing. That will not be noticed. v By those who are not looking. v Enduring love will be found.v And flourish under aspen trees, underplanted with narcissus. v And the bunnies will be as goofy as ever. I love and love and love you. As I was always meant to do.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever.
Prompt: Young blond sexy woman wearing cherry earrings and a red dress with a sweetheart necklace so breathtakingly alluring the trees are dropping their flowers in sorrow.
Prompt: Falls upriver. Flowers beside a river in full spate, which meets the river of souls, meets the river of berries. An ominous sky. A quaint village. Heavy rain.
A textured gradient of delicate colors. Dear one. Pinks. Peaches. Yellows. Little queenie.
Prompt: Pleading eyes.The family pet. The drama queen. "Hey! Hey! There's a problem. Over here! Right here! It's my food dish! What do you mean, so what? It's completely empty! I'm starving! I'm skin and bones!"
Prompt: This is about summer in the islands off the coast of Maine: The ledges behind Pumpkin Island are covered with gulls all sitting solemnly faced in the same direction. There is no giggling and cackling as your wake passes the ledge today. This is no time for seabird sense of humor. We're going to have some weather. It's a-comin'. She's gonna blow. With the next turn of the tide.
Prompt: The dream she talked into being. Beautiful thick, dark hair. Swimming. Queen of an intricate and strange world. A webbed dress. Only existing at night in the intersection of two small rooms facing each other from across the street. What then the purpose of all this strangeness? She To see her reflection as the moon in a spherical mirror became her sole purpose' Along with her queen.
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.
