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: 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: A dream of a woman in a diaphanous dress being deep in a California poppy field, where the poppies are higher than her head. In the hills, and hearing a voice who wanted to elevate her to a position of respect, admiration and love. Ingenious flower lamps. Wandering lost nevertheless. Her delicate dreams. She is needing to explore.
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: 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.
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. Have they gotten what they wanted from her? Lily love. Loving Lily. Lily loving.
Prompt: Pretty woman with a red dress on. She has conflicting wishes. She stands in the countryside on a beautiful day, holding a large umbrella. Lilies. Ambiently is love. She has a musing and slightly amused expression on her face. Her beauty is transcendent. Someone is approaching her from far away.
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. Have they gotten what they wanted from her? Lily love. Loving Lily. Lily loving.
Prompt: A way wilder sorcerer . wears teal glasses and whatever shoes he wants, conjuring up magic paul klee graham bruce richards Van Gogh Wadim Kashin surrealism psychedelic art colorful poppies ethereal dendritic Substance Designer Gustav Klimt. and still Mississippi John Hurt Y concurs up magical glass orbs. Tell the truth. What? I did. I just made you. And who loves who more? Hello my dear. So nice to see you. I have just discovered Sue's special theory of the relativity of donuts. I think it might be nice if you made some lovely marbles. No text please.
Prompt: A way wilder sorcerer . wears teal glasses and whatever shoes he wants, conjuring up magic paul klee graham bruce richards Van Gogh Wadim Kashin surrealism psychedelic art colorful poppies ethereal dendritic Substance Designer Gustav Klimt. and still Mississippi John Hurt Y concurs up magical glass orbs. Tell the truth. What? I did. I just made you. And who loves who more? Hello my dear. So nice to see you. I have just discovered Sue's special theory of the relativity of lying. I think it might be nice if you made some lovely marbles. Please keep trying. You have no idea how that pleases me. I love you.
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: 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: 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., with a bare back and bare shoulders.. .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?
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: 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: 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.
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., with a bare back and bare shoulders.. .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?
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.
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: Artist James R. Eades. Spectral world. A delicately beautiful fair skinned woman with thick blond french braids into which red rosebuds have been woven. She is wearing an elaborate and amazing red ballgown. She hovers a few inches above the water of a still lake, and the skirt of the gown makes a neat circle about her on the surface of the water. The red of the gown bleeds into the water. She carries a scythe into which elaborate tribal designs have been carved. The expression on her is face sweetly angelic. Misty. Volumetric lighting. She is requesting protection from a powerful patron.
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!
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.
