Prompt: Stargazer Lily. A beautiful and romantic landscape of beauty with stargazer lilies in a romanticized image, in the style of John William Waterhouse, J. M. W. Turner, John Constable. Soft blues. Landscape, nature, beauty. Focal point of the lilies.
Prompt: In a barren landscape, visualize a figure with skin resembling parched earth, looking upwards as cracks on its surface reveal a vibrant oasis within. Inside this oasis, a smaller figure dances freely among lush greenery and flowing water, symbolizing the inner sanctuary of freedom and enlightenment. The stark background contrasts with the oasis's vibrancy, while the larger figure's hands gently cup around it, nurturing this inner world. Surrounding the smaller figure, life flourishes, representing the soul's growth once freed from mental constraints. The scene is rich in high-resolution textures, vivid greenery, detailed hand imagery, and dynamic lighting, emphasizing the beauty of the oasis. Craft this image in full UHD resolution to capture the intricate details and colors of this transformative moment.
Prompt: Stargazer Lily. A beautiful and romantic landscape of beauty with stargazer lilies in a romanticized image, in the style of John William Waterhouse, J. M. W. Turner, John Constable. Soft blues. Landscape, nature, beauty.
Prompt: There walks a young woman by the docks. She is dressed in fantasy medieval hunting attire, with a long black cloak and hood. Her hair is in a dark brown brain that runs down her shoulder. Behind her nothing can be seen in the mist. In front of her, the waters stretch away and into eternity,
Her eyes are a dark brown. She is beautiful, confident, feminine. Modest.
Fantasy image
Prompt: There walks a young woman by the docks. She is dressed in fantasy medieval hunting attire, with a long black cloak and hood. Her hair is in a dark brown brain that runs down her shoulder. Behind her nothing can be seen in the mist. In front of her, the waters stretch away and into eternity,
Her eyes are a dark brown. She is beautiful, confident, feminine. Modest.
Fantasy image
Prompt: There walks a young woman by the docks. She is dressed in fantasy medieval hunting attire, with a long black cloak and hood. Her hair is in a dark brown brain that runs down her shoulder. Behind her nothing can be seen in the mist. In front of her, the waters stretch away and into eternity,
Her eyes are a dark brown. She is beautiful, confident, feminine. Modest.
Fantasy image
Prompt: Out of the blackness came a hand, or was it her imagination? The smoky shape extended from the heart of Granger’s bonfire. She closed her eyes. Instantly there was a memory of the billowing flames, the voice of the fire answering her thoughts. “Who are you?” the girl whispered, wanting to trust the voice. She had heard it before, calling to her, comforting her. “I am the Maker of Doors,” the voice replied. “And you are my Riddler.” Bumps formed along her arms. “Maker of Doors?”
“Too long you have run,” it answered. Hayley concentrated on the image of flames in her mind, slowly picking out the parts. There was a man, no two men, Granger and… Rob’s father. They stood on the edge of a cliff, their eyes locked in a battle of wills.
In the next instant the vision went dark, but a great roar of light revealed a drop of blood, Sandy crying out as he clutched his side. “You are not who you pretend to be,” Sandwood whispered through the fire. His voice faded on the wind. “He is wearing your mask,” the prophecy said in her mind. Hayley’s eyes flickered open. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fuze, an explosion of sparks and colors in her mind. Robert Sandwood was no ordinary man. The Grangers were not ordinary. Suddenly it all made sense, and Hayley let out a breath. There were three parts at play, three factions split long ago. John and Deputy Hanes didn’t care which Granger died first, as long as in the end, there were none left. Granger wanted her dead for his own purposes, but the third faction wanted to use her like it used him, a nameless villain. “Is it the Illusioner, or his master?” wondered the girl. But this mattered little, for in the morning his army would march upon Rivertow, washing with fire everything she cared about. How could she save them?
Prompt: The moon was a schooner set adrift
And a dragon formed from clouds
The oceans heaved in heaven’s grip
And frothed a starry shroud
The hourhand ended Doll Molly’s shift
As the night birds wept aloud
The scales of justice slowly tipped
As a knife slipped out of its bound
A dark in the darkness moved unchecked
Doll Molly made not a sound
And sent to the stars a soulless ship
As in her sins she drowned
The moon is a hellbent pirate sift
And a dragon swims in clouds
The body lies now where no eyes can shift
Wrapped in its starry shroud
Prompt: Song of the Sister Souls
Two sisters sought a star
To mend their broken hearts
And straying to the depths
They fell while angels wept
One lost soul, one lost sight
Starting to the edge of the desert’s night
Ahh, Torva, Torva is the way
Torva, for the lost Sister Souls
The Lost Soul flew up to the heights
Away from the place where dead waters sigh
And searching for a sister the other went blond
Leaving fertile shores behind
Ahh, Torva is the way
Torva for the lost Sister Souls
Prompt: There’s a place in my mind
Where I seek to find
A fragment of scattered peace
Pitched on waves never to cease
The world filled with a delight
Choking my inner sight
Until I am tired of positivity
The happy chains that bind me
Is there a way for me to seek
Something other than sunshine’s reek?
And so I turn with itching ears
To a land of death and tears
I am relieved as sadness screams
A monarchy to rule my dreams
And resonates inside my soul.
Surely, life takes its tole
But the darkness inside
No longer seeks to hide
I can come to terms with what I am
A silent ode to understand
Ahh, can despair seem more sweet?
I am relieved by my defeat
In a world that I love to see
The path beyond reality.
An itch inside I seek to scratch
All by fire turned to ash
And I can breath at last
My soul bound before the mast
For 300 seconds I am free
From the chains of fantasy.
Prompt: Song of Nayda
Beware O hunter
Your time comes near
There is one song yet to gather.
From the four corners of the earth
I brought them here
All the old songs.
I will drink the wine of old
And wield the Dark Song in my heart
But from you, O hunter,
Life will part
To rule the songs
I need your heart.
Prompt: I convinced myself that I was bulletproof
Screamed for help but no one ever heard the truth
Loneliness inside I wait for paradise
But it never came I sat here paralyzed
Prompt: It is in her breath
That the wind does blow
It is in her heart
As pure as winter snow
It is in her tears
Crystal raindrops fall
And within her years
That she is in us all
Oh dark eyes
Help me see
Just one look
She is gone
Look on me
We are one
Fading with the setting sun
As the willow bows
To her majesty
All the forest flowers
Love her mystery
Who would not admire
Who could not adore
Who does not desire
Who wishes to see more?
Prompt: Just so you know, you can have anything you want
You can have all the love you want
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
You can have anything you want
You can have love, give it a shot
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
Prompt: Just so you know, you can have anything you want
You can have all the love you want
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
You can have anything you want
You can have love, give it a shot
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
Prompt: Faerie Queen
Oh dark eyes
Help me see
Just one look
She is gone
Look on me
We are one
Fading with the setting sun
As the willow bows
To her majesty
All the forest flowers
Love her mystery
Who would not admire
Who could not adore
Who does not desire
Who wishes to see more?
Prompt: Faerie Queen
As the willow bows
To her majesty
All the forest flowers
Love her mystery
Who would not admire
Who could not adore
Who does not desire
Who wishes to see more?
Prompt: Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never meet here again
So here's a health to the company, and one for my lass
Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never meet here again
A ship lies at harbour, she's ready to dock
I wish for safe landing without any shock
And if we should meet again, by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me
So here's a health to the company, and one for my lass
Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never meet here again
My footsteps may falter, my wit it may fail
My course may be challenged by November gale
E'er fortune shall prove to be friend or be foe
You will always be with me wherever I go
So here's a health to the company, and one for my lass
Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we might or may never meet here again
Prompt: Male Portrait fantasy comics painting of a young charming man aquiline profiled male, a rugged manly captain dressed in black and brass with beautifully noble handsome face and long red hair tinted gold in sunlight aboard Steampunk flying ship above clouds, aerial view of steampunk city in background.
Prompt: She was filled with a darkness so intense, it was inevitable that some of it would spill over. She would look at you with those strangely colored eyes, and you would want to run.
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.