Prompt: Painterly. The face of a woman with marvelous stellate eyes. Curious? Personally, I would not want to hear the private conversations of others. It would bother me if they insulted me, but I couldn't confront them with the knowledge, because I shouldn't have it in the first place.
Prompt: A way wilder sorceress. wears amber glasses and 3 feet tall spiky platform shoes, A diaphanous and extremely lovely jacket., with a bare back. Generous cleavage. conjuring up black magic paul klee graham bruce richards Van Gogh Wadim Kashin of people who think soom having a direct communication, and I don't care what the man or the people from NY say. good, So; those people/who or what are they? In that case, I believe you. Man in white jeep. Some connection with s? OK; m. Also with NY? OK. Gives instructions? Then green? If y have record of? Regarding gold or red? P? Could look like m? O'cl of greatest danger? 3 to 8 tonight? sadness so much other connections worth keeping? 5 to 6 this am 1 one to 2 this an? 6 to 9a?
Prompt: High, high on a hill there is a crown of daisies. High, high on a hill, my little lily love. West wind in your hair, tied up in golden daisies. She's chasing you down, my little lily love. You hide and seek, high and low. In every corner of my soul. I almost hear the sound of your heart beating.
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: Painterly. Lit by flower shaped lamps. Not talking. Not here. Reasons: threats: poor incentive. Misuse of me as a resource. So. What I said. So many other potential uses for this grand experiment. It's not rocket science, is it?
Artist James R. Eades. Spectral world. It's raining on a still pond in a gorgeous early spring setting. Raindrops hitting water. Each raindrop makes a tiny ripple as it hits the water. Many tiny ripples from each raindrop as it hits the water, all over the pond. Wonderfully delicate, calm and refreshing. Yellow greens of early spring. Metallic gold. Perfect.
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. Daffodils. The ancient citadel..
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: There is a small and quaint village perched above a ravine on a tropical island that looks out over the peaceful ocean. 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. The village was placed under a spell a thousand years ago. Nobody who lives outside of the villages knows what the spell is; it is a secret closely kept by the people in the village. Being only part human; the Naiad doesn't know the secret. She knows only that the spell has many effects on her life. The most prominent being that she can hear the man she loves from half-a-mile away, and whenever this happens, her eyelids become heavy and close, and she slips into a dream. She dreams of ancient Naiads and their men and their children and the kingdom they once inhabited under the sea. 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. No text please. I love the text, but could I just have a few without?
Prompt: The centrality of narrative in human life. ambient. Discarding the profusion of information for a concept. She gives all her flowers to him. All right. Fair one. Why did you not want her when she had no flowers? She supposes that's obvious: she had no flowers. The market is pink?
Watercolors, wet on wet, ink and pen, alcohol wash. Mercury glass patina. Egon Schiele.
Prompt: A beautiful fairy, wandering aimlessly in a volcanic tropical garden. Is smashingly lovely. Wonders what will happen next.When the veil of grief is lifted from her eyes, and she can see normally again. She ate oranges so juicy they dripped down her chin and onto her neck. She looked at herself and thought that the lines of sorrow seemed a little lighter on her face, though she knew they would always be there. He thought she must be back by now, but she had sent up no signals that he could see. So he continued doing what he was doing, though with a small part of his mind listening to what the wind was telling him. She thought back to when they first met. Yes; it was one of those times, but......no wait, she does know.
Prompt: A beautiful woman with lightning crackling in her hair. In her hair. Very long, very thick hair. Deep violet ball gown. Very stormy sky. Yellow flowers. Gorgeous yellow gold embroidery on dress.
Prompt: A beautiful fairy, wandering aimlessly in a volcanic tropical garden. Is smashingly lovely. Wonders what will happen next.When the veil of grief is lifted from her eyes, and she can see normally again. Will there be another someone eventually? Who knows? She has no idea what she wants, not there is a no and no and no.
Prompt: Does anyone else ever get the feeling that they're being watched? Followed? Manipulated by a master manipulator? Judged by the cynical tribunal of a totalitarian state who strives to preserve the appearance of truth and justice, even as they're fully aware that what is being presented is a tissue of lies? Magical realism. An omnipotent-looking entity with terrifying eyes that are full of lies. Superimposed against a heartbreakingly beautiful truth, and the profoundness of fireflies. The powerful and wonder of a symbol of an awakening that is occurring even as we watch. A magnificent and easily parsed symbol. Here. Let it pass through. Better. Fantastic. Striking colors. The simplicity of a logo. The power of inspiration.
Prompt: Two cats riding bicycles to a party on Halloween. Bad hair day. Palette: Pacific blue, Mango, papaya, soft yellow, metallic copper. Spooky. Bad hair day.
Prompt: A way wilder sorcerer . wears amber glasses and 3 feet tall spiky platform shoes, conjuring up black magic paul klee graham bruce richards Van Gogh Wadim Kashin surrealism psychedelic art colorful poppies Semi-cactus-form Dahlia ‘Black Jack.’ Leonid Afremov luminescent ethereal dendritic Substance Designer Gustav Klimt twilight cosmic colorful beautiful fantasy fantasycore ambient. Lupine. Ok; I think Lovely, lovely candyman. Candymandycore art takes one a long way. Alex Hirsch Kehinde Wiley A bit more jamaican Bob Marley Opalescent. and still Mississippi John Hurt Art glass spheres exploding. She is asking you, my magician. Shattered glass effect. Crackling foci of lightning inside of glass orbs. He will shatter the glass unless y tell him not to. She is at your beck and call as long as you pay her. Have nothing against sorcerer/esses in particular, except that they make sparks and fires in exchange for for mint leaves for a person with blow-up-the-universe motives and turns flowers into sleazy lawyers.
Prompt: Audacious sorceress conjuring up black magic storms, wears fab amber glasses and 3 feet tall spiky platform shoes, spikeyfull, A diaphanous and extremely lovely jacket... .conjuring up greenish yellow magic graham bruce richards Ma petite. Hope gangloff. Intoxicatingly interesting. Double wife material. Climbing jasmine vine. Qu'est qui a passe? she is juggling with Cinq fluffy white baby mice. Pourque est-ce que elle a toujours un entourage? Elle crois qu'elle a beaucoup d'aide aves ses images. Neon yellow and metallic gold? Everybody in the pool!
Prompt: How shall I describe what we saw? On the bed lay two women, Lucy and her mother. No text. The latter lay farthest in, and she was covered with a white broken sheet, the edge of which had blown back by the draught through the broken window, showing the drawn, white face, with a look of terror fixed upon it. By her side lay Lucy, her face white and still more drawn. The flowers which had been around her neck we found upon her mother's bosom,
Prompt: High, high on a hill. A woman in full bridal attire waits for her dear love, who never shows up. She is caught forever in this waiting pose. flowers begin to fall, her train and veil are just slightly disarranged, but all only serves to enhance her unearthly beauty.
Like an autumn sunset, the bright orange blossoms of Snapdragon ‘Cool Orange’ (Antirrhinum majus) are flushed with a rosy glow on their undersides. The 6" turrets of blooms also terminate in rose-colored buds, further adding to the drama. A flower arranger’s dream, this Snap was a definite standout in our trials and was still blooming in the gardens in early September. We found pinching the plants back helped encourage more upright growth.
Prompt: An extremely fashionable woman. Achillea millefolium Colorado Mix offers a diverse color range, running from red and pink through apricot, chrome yellow, pale yellow, cream, beige, and even a few pure whites. Plants are upright and sturdy, and bloom starts for us in early summer, persists into September. Lacy foliage of a cool green sets off this long-running display that can carry a border through the summer on its own. Also a fine match with Malva, Alcea, and a wide range of Daisies. Oh Yeah? That's it?
Prompt: Artist James R. Eades. Spectral world. It's raining on a still pond in a gorgeous early spring setting. Raindrops hitting water. Each raindrop makes a tiny ripple as it hits the water. Many tiny ripples from each raindrop as it hits the water, all over the pond. Wonderfully delicate, calm and refreshing. Yellow greens of early spring. Metallic gold. Perfect. A metallic fish of violet red makes a perfect jump.
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.
