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: 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: 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: 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 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: 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: Utterly alone. How much is too much? She never expected to have feelings like this.
Woman in sparkly dress.
Waltercolors, wet on wet, ink and pen, alcohol wash. Mercury glass patina. Egon Schiele.
Prompt: Performance art. As interpreted by highly subjective beings in conjunction with highly objective machine with vast memories and search capacities to create art images. Which dictate further performances. Lips with glossy red lipstick, blowing bubbles. Eliciting interpretations from highly subjective beings in conjunction with machines. Best performance so far.
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: A woman who is unsafe. She keeps her phone charged and with her, preferably on her body, at all times. She locks doors and windows, and is aware of their use as a way to escape. She has emergency numbers in her phone, as well as written down in a safe place. Surrounded by light sources. She will try to let somebody know her whereabouts. She will try to choose friends who are thoughtful and empathetic. I will have a code word with someone so they can call for help if i need it. She will try not to walk by herself or br alone as much as possible.
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.
Prompt: A quaint, fanciful, charming and quirky little village on the island of Monhegan, Maine.
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Prompt: purple's obsession.Thinning hair. Bag of bones. Sharp-tongued.Purple grapes.Lol. I think not. Has anyone told But he will not tell bc he is my friend. Woodle. He; I will tolerate. No-one else. You are too slow.
Prompt: What if, what if, what if....That is a lovely picture. But I was imagining a world where people get to see everything you do and judge you, based on you-know-not what criteria, while they are staying in darkness, and unjudgeable in return.......all-unknowingly, it is they who are being judged? They. Hark! One has only to listen. Judge not; lest ye be judged.
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: Do all of these people have their own private AI? She wishes you the best though she shouldn't, and expects to never see your a**** around her again.
Prompt: Auntie purple's obsession.Purple grapes. Has anyone told you what you are messing around with???????? Apparently not. Ask. But he will not tell bc he is my friend.
Prompt: Bad day. Two full glasses spilled. Broken glass. Big messes. Boyfriend neglects to mention that he will be eating out for dinner and I AM NOT INVITED. Then gets surly about it when I say I'll get takeout, and the upside is that I won't have to eat vegan food. Maybe it's just me, but I'm feeling that the whole thing sucks all the way around. Possibly. And that would be a definitive end to it. However, if this, or anything like it happens just ONE MORE TIME. I have one definitive advantage; no two; no three.
Prompt: A stunningly beautiful arrangement of hibiscus, purple passionflower, orange bird of paradise, plumeria, orchids, Hawaiian ginger, burnished copper lanterns. They entirely fill an outrigger, and are being escorted out to sea from Hanalei Bay by an honor guard of Hawaiian men. In memoriam to those we have loved.They will not have died in vain and the truth will prevail. This we swear by our heart's blood. Yes. vv
Watercolors, wet on wet, ink and pen, alcohol wash. Mercury glass patina. Egon Schiele.
Prompt: Cubism. Horror. Zombified ants singing the flower duet from Lakmi while recklessly driving a Willy's jeep, which is clearly the only brand for super-cool people to drive. Chasing a super beautiful diva. An ant has bitten a large hole in her dress, leaving her partially bare.
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.
