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 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: 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 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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.
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: One for insanity. Ten for amazing jewelry.
Sorceress queen/predatory alien. fingers against her pale body. full of amazing and captivating rings and jewelry in the shapes of human, medusa and animal rings. Metallic colors. Fanciful. Grotesque. Zombie ants. Tiny sparkly eyes. Striking. Ok. Strange strange night. Someone just buzzed the house. Awesome. She looks ready to go out and do some damage to her mate.
Waltercolors, wet on wet, ink and pen, mercury alcohol wash. Egon Schiele.
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: 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: 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: 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: 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!"
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.
