Prompt: Then I heard a loud voice from the temple saying to the seven angels, “Go, pour out the seven bowls of God’s wrath on the earth.” The first angel went and poured out his bowl on the land, and ugly, festering sores broke out on the people who had the mark of the beast and worshiped its image.
Prompt: Then I heard a loud voice from the temple saying to the seven angels, “Go, pour out the seven bowls of God’s wrath on the earth.” The first angel went and poured out his bowl on the land, and ugly, festering sores broke out on the people who had the mark of the beast and worshiped its image.
Prompt: Acclimation to pain and discomfort comes with time. The pain and discomfort are still real, and still seem to feel the same. The only change is your response both physically and mentally. When someone handles stress poorly or very well, either will make me wonder what level of familiarity that person has with stress. I don't think assumptions are good idea, but background consideration may be. Are they handling things well? Or have they had the burden of having to learn how to mask their emotional response due to overexposure?
Fading into the Unknown: A Journey of Lost Identity
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AIVision
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2048 X 2048
(4.19 MP)
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Prompt: When I finally lose my mind entirely, will all who love me now abandon me? Will others tell them that the person who remains is not the person they loved? Will I be tucked away in a padded room to be forgotten? Who will still be there? Is it me, or some new sentience? Does the mental illness eventually consume the mind and become the consciousness?
Prompt: I am not sure what lesson I am supposed to be learning, but I fear that if I do not learn it soon, I will go mad. For over a year now I have had the same complaint, that no one hears me. They listen and absorb the words, but yet I go unheard. So often lately I have heard that I was "right." That is not vindicating. I do not want to be right. I want someone to avoid the problem I am warning them of. I try to tell people how I feel and even though people nod and listen, it is obvious from their actions that no one is actually hearing me. Over and over this keeps happening. Day in and day out. I am convinced the purpose is to teach me something, but I cannot figure it out, and it is starting to make me feel crazy.
Prompt: The fourth angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars, so that a third of them turned dark. A third of the day was without light, and also a third of the night.
Prompt: I never thought I was ADHD before my psychiatrist insisted I try Adderall. It became apparent immediately that he was indeed correct. Today I forgot to take it, and I am having difficulty finishing anything I start. It's annoying. My brain is scattered to the winds today.
Emotionally Disconnected: Navigating Social Expectations
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AIVision
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1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: I am not certain how, but I keep getting disappointed even without having real expectations. I have only the vaguest assumption that I should feel things. I will witness a social response commonly, and believe something should happen inside me to cause a similar reaction. Throughout my life, I keep finding that often nothing happens. Neither good nor bad. My therapist suggested that perhaps my expectations are set too high. I explained, I don't think it is odd to expect something more than nothing to happen in situations that evoke emotions in most all humans, from my observation. Others seem to judge my lack of reaction, so to some extent, I act. The problem comes when I don't recognize I was supposed to have a reaction, and others are put off by my neutrality.
The Emotion Dilemma: Navigating Expectations and Reactions
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AIVision
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1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: I am not certain how, but I keep getting disappointed even without having real expectations. I have only the vaguest assumption that I should feel things. I will witness a social response commonly, and believe something should happen inside me to cause a similar reaction. Throughout my life, I keep finding that often nothing happens. Neither good nor bad. My therapist suggested that perhaps my expectations are set too high. I explained, I don't think it is odd to expect something more than nothing to happen in situations that evoke emotions in most all humans, from my observation. Others seem to judge my lack of reaction, so to some extent, I act. The problem comes when I don't recognize I was supposed to have a reaction, and others are put off by my neutrality.
Prompt: The second angel sounded his trumpet, and something like a huge mountain, all ablaze, was thrown into the sea. A third of the sea turned into blood, a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.
Prompt: "In my restless dreams, I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised me you'd take me there again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now... In our 'special place'... Waiting for you... Waiting for you to come to see me. But you never do."
Prompt: The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
Prompt: The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
Prompt: I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
Prompt: I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
Prompt: At some point in my life I heard the phrase, "the silence was deafening." It stuck in my head. Piqued curiosity. Likely because of the cognitive dissonance that the phrase implies. However, a few years ago I actually experienced this. Not in a metaphorical way, but in a literal way. I was out in a field, miles from another human. The wind and everything died down. It became silent. It became so silent, that it seemed to be actually physically hurting my ears. Prior to this, I thought it was just a reference to awkward silence in tense social situations. Now, I'm not certain that is where it's origin lies.
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
Prompt: As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around
Prompt: When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds of wheat for a day’s wages, and six pounds of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!”
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
Prompt: I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north—an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal, and in the fire was what looked like four living creatures. In appearance their form was human, but each of them had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight; their feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. All four of them had faces and wings, and the wings of one touched the wings of another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved. Their faces looked like this: Each of the four had the face of a human being, and on the right side each had the face of a lion, and on the left the face of an ox; each also had the face of an eagle. Such were their faces. They each had two wings spreading out upward, each wing touching that of the creature on either side; and each had two other wings covering its body. The appearance of the living creatures was like burning coals of fire or like torches. Fire moved back and forth among the creatures; it was bright, and lightning flashed out of it.
Prompt: "In my restless dreams, I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised me you'd take me there again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now... In our 'special place'... Waiting for you... Waiting for you to come to see me. But you never do."
Prompt: In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
Prompt: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
Prompt: Feeling like a freak on a leash (you wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release (so do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free, is free
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You'll never see me fall from grace
Prompt: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. These were the heroes that were of old, warriors of renown.
We saw the Nephilim there (the descendants of Anak come from the Nephilim). We seemed like grasshoppers in our own eyes, and we looked the same to them.
God presides in the great assembly; he renders judgment among the “gods”: “How long will you defend the unjust and show partiality to the wicked? Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked. “The ‘gods’ know nothing, they understand nothing. They walk about in darkness; all the foundations of the earth are shaken. “I said, ‘You are “gods”; you are all sons of the Most High.’ But you will die like mere mortals; you will fall like every other ruler.” Rise up, O God, judge the earth, for all the nations are your inheritance.
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
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.
