Prompt: Beautiful Rich medieval princess dressed in purple smooth silky dress signifying her wealth, she’s water her beautiful green garden in a sunny yet windy day
Prompt: A beautiful young girl carrying her basket walking into a wondrous enchanted forest, illustration, watercolour, Xuan Loc Xuan, Enki Bilal, It's a lovely evening with the sun setting giving off a wonderous glow in the forest. The girl should have curly dark hair and be wearing a light blue dress that flows with the wind. The forest should have a magical and mystical feel to it, with some of the trees glowing in the dark. The basket the girl is carrying should be filled with colourful flowers and fruits. There should be some friendly forest creatures, like rabbits and birds, following the girl as she walks deeper into the forest. The sun setting should cast long shadows across the forest floor and create a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Prompt: 15 year old Shirley Manson Clones space people wearing futuristic spaceclothing standing on the moon looking at the earth; duplicate souls, duality, conformity, spirituality; a little coloursplash, razorsharp contours.
Prompt: The sun doth rise, the birds doth sing,
And all around, the world doth bring
A sense of joy, a sense of mirth,
As though new life hath come to earth.
The trees doth sway, the flowers bloom,
And all the world doth cast a gloom
Upon the doubts and fears of men,
And bring them hope and peace again.
But in the midst of all this cheer,
A lonely heart doth shed a tear,
For love hath fled and left behind
A heart that aches, a soul unkind.
Yet still the world doth spin and turn,
And still the fires of passion burn,
For though love may be fleeting, true,
Its memory shall forever renew.
Thus, let us cherish every day,
And let our hearts find love and play,
For in this world of joy and strife,
'Tis love that brings the truest life.
Prompt: A beautiful young girl carrying her basket walking into a wondrous enchanted forest, illustration, watercolour, Xuan Loc Xuan, Enki Bilal, It's a lovely evening with the sun setting giving off a wonderous glow in the forest. The girl's dress is made of a flowing, gauzy material in a pastel shade, such as lavender or light pink. She is carrying a woven basket filled with various wildflowers and herbs. The trees in the forest are tall and majestic, with their leaves forming a canopy overhead. The sun is setting behind the girl, casting a warm glow on everything around her. The animals in the forest are depicted in a whimsical style, with exaggerated features and bright colors. The illustration has a dreamlike quality, with blurred edges and soft, watercolor-like textures. The calligraphy of the text, which reads "A Wondrous Evening in the Enchanted Forest," is intricate and elegant, resembling old-fashioned cursive handwriting.
Prompt: You may write me down in history
With bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Prompt: Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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.