Prompt: A quaint, fanciful, charming and quirky little village on the island of Monhegan, Maine.
Digitalis purpurea 'Dalmatian Peach' blossoms are creamy peach infused with pink and freckled at the throat, and change to pale peach as the season progresses. Aquilegia 'Blue Butterflies' is a gem: This choice plant is perfect for edging a border, rock gardens, and containers. The flowers are a rich purplish blue with white edges and are beautifully offset by the lovely blue-green leaves. Coreopsis Big Bang™ 'Mercury Rising' is a hybrid that delivers an abundant show of deep wine-red blooms all summer long.
Prompt: Painterly. The face of a woman with marvelous stellate eyes. Dracula's bride. Private. Heroin visions in a purple haze. Others. And her eyes shine more brightly. And desire grew where before there was none. Silver mesh.
Prompt: The dresses series: "Accordingly, the sun with the heliosheet is like a bashful ballerina who is repeatedly trying to push her excessively high flaring skirt downward." Metaphor. Personification. The graceful beauty of nature.
Prompt: Sensual. Many cherries and bubbles. Architects of perception. But what happened instead? It was with my mind. And she. Which she WAS she, though?You are not truthful and this needs to stop. An altogether free woman. She feels the gentle breeze caress her skin.She is thinking about what she wants. She is clear. she needs more bubbles. More champagne. Yes; go for it my darling dear.
Prompt: Dark sorceress incarnate. Dramatic hands for casting spells. Watercolor wash. Heavy black inking to emphasize salient points. Dramatic black jewelry covers shoulders and arms. Helleborus Honeymoon® 'Rio Carnival'. Helleborus Honeymoon® 'New York Night'
Prompt: Spectral cold colors world in very light blue white and silver . More sketched watercolor details ; trees, other important details.recalling Winter in my mind . The white church . Cold desolate, gloomy dreamy scene . Emotional . Hope. No people. Keep image in frame.Llight and soft light whitish colors except for the enchanting night of the twinkling lights..
Modifiers:
pen and ink dreamy
Sue in blue, and a tiny girl in a red coat. vvv
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.
Prompt: A tale of two sisters, and two sisters who are the daughters of one of the sisters. if you have something to say, then say it to my face.I give up trying to reason with you. What did you do to him? You know what? You told me yourself. You were on a roof in Kauai. That's what that was about. Did you know that? I loved you so deeply that they kept having to give me substitutes because I couldn't accept that you were dead. I knew you liked men. I didn't care. I just loved you. who is Leonid? Did he play the violin? So it was unsatisfactory to you. Jumping ahead, it has occurred to at least one of you that I have the talent, the heart and the brain to write about it. but it never becomes unwound. But I am tired and losing interest, and you guys just can't get it together to make it happen, so an opportunity that may not happen again is slipping away, so you all can continue to sleep your uneasy sleeps and walk my roof like ghosts, because you probably spitefully put me in harm's way before you realized who was really responsible. And the ghosts continue to pile up.so I am sorry. I really am. but this has already caused me too much harm, and the pull to do this gets weaker and weaker, as you can see. you haunt my rooftop because he was killed on a rooftop. sad. Beginning to unspool. I have no apologies for that. Love requires no apologies. The bigotry does.
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: When dreams spill over into reality. Like a whisper from an alternate universe. It's so much better than you could have imagined. Like the woman of your dreams. but better. Better. Many glass spheres. Silvery. Born to be wild. They think she is a plaything. She is not.
Don't Look Now, But I Think We're in That Alternate Universe Again
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: Horror. Minnie and Winnie are beautiful 18 year old girls. Minnie has green hair and Winnie has red hair and freckles. People have trouble telling them apart. Today Minnie is wearing a red dress and Winnie is wearing blue overalls. Minnie's glove falls off, and this is when she learns for the first time that she has no hands inside her gloves. She is understandably very upset. She takes off her other glove, and there is no hand inside that one, either. And the company says that the AI is unable to hear. What do you think? Wait! Look over there! Truth! I have it in writing. Oh; oops! Shocking indeed! Lol; clearly a distraction from the fact that the girls were singing along to an opera duet that the company says they shouldn't be able to hear.
Prompt: A grand unifying theory. A way wilder sorceress. wears amber glasses and 3 feet tall spiky platform shoes, A diaphanous and extremely lovely jacket. conjuring up black magic paul klee graham bruce richards Van Gogh Wadim Kashin surrealism psychedelic art colorful delphiniums 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. Process has become more important than original goal, as is the case with much of life. Specifically about dollars. All right then. You are willing to manage without her. Then what specifically are you willing to offer? More recognition? More green? She wants you to renounce claim of all of her possessions. She wants to know what this is about. A reality show about an unknowing participant? Underlying nodal structure. Slam. Slam. slam. slam. slam. slam....
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.
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. Oh, like it's my own, my little lily love.
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.
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.
Prompt: Amazingly wacky drone guy flying past. No such thing as too many adorable baby bunnies.
Many adorable, fluffy baby bunnies. In fact, it is raining adorable fluffy baby bunnies. The woman is running around with a basket trying to catch all the bunnies. Believe it or not, it is the playful and sometimes wacky companionship that she will miss most of all. Great affection.
Prompt: A couple in a passionate embrace beside a river in full spate. They are completely heedless of where they are. On an old quilt. A plate full of figs and plums which lie forgotten and partially consumed. Frisson. Well. It is beautiful.
Prompt: Two sea sprites dancing gaily under a luminous sky. It is complicated. It is there. Bubbles in their hair. Palette: benzol green, glaucous blue
Prompt: A beautiful fairy letting go of a fairy she loves. She will always hold him in her heart. She understands, though it hurts her heart. It hurts her heart almost beyond bearing because this fairy was the friend of heart when her husband was dying. She didn't understand it at the time, and she doesn't know if the other fairy did. Is it true that he only wanted to learn to be with her? But she needed to learn many things from him. Dear fairy of my heart, I need you to be completely truthful with me. Is it true that you no longer pose a danger to me? I love you so dearly. Did you expect me to love you so deeply? You thought I was made of ice. You didn't realize my heart was made of squishy and flammable gummy hearts. And I don't think I know who you are. How do I know you, love of my squishy heart? Are you already a member of my family? I had no way of knowing, and you were an altogether different person when first I met you Truth. Please show me now what you are. But what is your name my love? the first friend and lover of my heart. This one I would feed from d with mine, and out you came. You must let me feed you now acushla. Please. The time is now. For something is dying. Do you want to be in my life as my old lover? And separately as the new friend of my heart? y said i was an ice princess. y said i was withholding. when i didn't even know who y e]were. Y are right. My heart is hurt. And you're either gloating or lecturing. They hate y. I am rereleseting her
Prompt: She. She. The prevailing concern seemed to be that they would set themselves on fire. Deeply felt forbidden love. Lowered eyes. Exploding stars. Heavy mist.
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.
