Prompt: It's time, my friend, it's time!
For peace the heart is calling.
Day flies by after day, and every hour is tolling
A bit of being away: together you and I
Suppose that we will live — but see! just then — we die.
Prompt: On a glass table stands a dark cherry bottle of perfume with the inscription "Москва" on the label with a stylized ornament. Against the background of a window with white curtains, the background is blurred.
Prompt: Cozy garden house nestled in nature, compact 20m2 size, charming veranda for relaxation, modern design with sleek grey siding, striking blue roof contrasting beautifully, eco-friendly touch with solar panels gleaming under the sun, surrounded by lush greenery, blooming flowers, and tall trees, serene and inviting atmosphere, natural light streaming in through windows, minimalist and functional interior, wooden accents, small garden plot with herbs and vegetables, peaceful retreat for reading and enjoying the outdoors, high-resolution digital illustration, detailed textures on siding and roof, warm natural color palette with pops of blue and green, soft ambient lighting enhancing the peaceful setting.
Prompt: A monument I've raised not built with hands,
And common folk shall keep the path well trodden
To where it unsubdued and towering stands
Higher than Alexander's Column.
I shall not wholly die-for in my sacred lyre
My spirit shall outlive my dust's corruption -
And honour shall I have, so long the glorious fire
Of poesy flames on one single scutcheon.
Rumour of me shall then my whole vast country fill,
In every tongue she owns my name she'll speak.
Proud Slave's posterity, Finn, and-unlettered still -
The Tungus, and the steppe-loving Kalmyk.
Prompt: A captive, alone in a dungeon I dwell,
Entombed in the stillness and murk of a cell.
Outside, in the courtyard, in wild, frenzied play,
My comrade, an eagle, has pounced on his prey.
Then, leaving the blood-spattered morsel, his eye,
He fixes on me with a dolorous cry,
A cry that is more like a call or a plea-
"'Tis time," he is saying, "'tis time, let us flee!
Prompt: Below me the silver-capped Caucasus lies…
A stream at my feet rushes, foaming and roaring.
I watch a lone eagle, o’er the peaks calmly soaring
Drift near as he motionless circles the skies.
Here rivers are born that tear mountain asunder
And landslides begin with a crash as of thunder.
Here float solemn storm-clouds; and through them cascade
Swift torrents of water; they plunge o'er the edges
Of great, naked cliffs and spill down to the ledges
That patches of moss and dry brushwood invade.
Beneath spread green groves, lush with herbs and sweet-scented
Where birds dwell in peace and where deer browse, contented.
Prompt: Upon the hills of Georgia lies the haze of night…
Below, Aragva foams… . The sadness
That fills the void of fais is, strangely, half delight,
'Tis both sweet pain and sweeter gladness.
Because you haunt my heart, it cannot be at rest,
And yet 'tis light, and untormented
By morbid thoughts…. It loves…. it loves because it must,
And, for all that, remains contented.
Prompt: It's time, my friend, it's time!
For peace the heart is calling.
Day flies by after day, and every hour is tolling
A bit of being away: together you and I
Suppose that we will live — but see! just then — we die.
Prompt: On a glass table stands a dark cherry bottle of perfume with the inscription "Москва" on the label with a stylized ornament. Against the background of a window with white curtains, the background is blurred.
Prompt: In a laptop repair shop, a meticulous radio repairman hunches over his desk with a disassembled laptop, a symphony of wires, partially assembled devices, and repair tools carefully laid out. A plastic trash can with discarded trash stands patiently nearby, ready to receive discarded tech components. A friendly, curious obsidian cat curls up on a small, soft sofa.
Prompt: In a cozy corner of a laptop repair shop, bathed in the warm glow of ambient light , a meticulous radio assembler hunches over their desk, a symphony of wires, partially-assembled devices and repair tools carefully arranged as if their creations are a complex art. A metal trashcan holding discarded tools stands patiently to their side, ready awaiting discarded technology components . A plush looking- sofa offers needed respite from labor intensive repair works A friendly ,curious obsidian feline curls upon a small carpet spot within reach to any repair personnel
Prompt: Below me the silver-capped Caucasus lies…
A stream at my feet rushes, foaming and roaring.
I watch a lone eagle, o’er the peaks calmly soaring
Drift near as he motionless circles the skies.
Here rivers are born that tear mountain asunder
And landslides begin with a crash as of thunder.
Here float solemn storm-clouds; and through them cascade
Swift torrents of water; they plunge o'er the edges
Of great, naked cliffs and spill down to the ledges
That patches of moss and dry brushwood invade.
Beneath spread green groves, lush with herbs and sweet-scented
Where birds dwell in peace and where deer browse, contented.
Prompt: Upon the hills of Georgia lies the haze of night…
Below, Aragva foams… . The sadness
That fills the void of fais is, strangely, half delight,
'Tis both sweet pain and sweeter gladness.
Because you haunt my heart, it cannot be at rest,
And yet 'tis light, and untormented
By morbid thoughts…. It loves…. it loves because it must,
And, for all that, remains contented.
Prompt: A monument I've raised not built with hands,
And common folk shall keep the path well trodden
To where it unsubdued and towering stands
Higher than Alexander's Column.
I shall not wholly die-for in my sacred lyre
My spirit shall outlive my dust's corruption -
And honour shall I have, so long the glorious fire
Of poesy flames on one single scutcheon.
Rumour of me shall then my whole vast country fill,
In every tongue she owns my name she'll speak.
Proud Slave's posterity, Finn, and-unlettered still -
The Tungus, and the steppe-loving Kalmyk.
Prompt: Cozy garden house nestled in nature, compact 20m2 size, charming veranda for relaxation, modern design with sleek grey siding, striking blue roof contrasting beautifully, eco-friendly touch with solar panels gleaming under the sun, surrounded by lush greenery, blooming flowers, and tall trees, serene and inviting atmosphere, natural light streaming in through windows, minimalist and functional interior, wooden accents, small garden plot with herbs and vegetables, peaceful retreat for reading and enjoying the outdoors, high-resolution digital illustration, detailed textures on siding and roof, warm natural color palette with pops of blue and green, soft ambient lighting enhancing the peaceful setting.
Prompt: A captive, alone in a dungeon I dwell,
Entombed in the stillness and murk of a cell.
Outside, in the courtyard, in wild, frenzied play,
My comrade, an eagle, has pounced on his prey.
Then, leaving the blood-spattered morsel, his eye,
He fixes on me with a dolorous cry,
A cry that is more like a call or a plea-
"'Tis time," he is saying, "'tis time, let us flee!
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.
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