Prompt: Generiere das Bild eines Androiden. Er eine Cyber-Brille und ein T-Shirt. Hippie-Stil 1960er Jahre. Ein intelligent aussehender Roboter im Smoking. 3 Augen Vedanta-Stil. Eine schwarzgelbe Eidechse wartet an einer Tankstelle. Stil René Magritte, Jean Giraud Moebius
Prompt: Generiere das Bild von Larissa, der berühmten Malerin. 1967s British psychedelic hippie pinup wearing hot pants and a diminished shirt. Baby Doll. Full body shot. Neben ihr Doktor Freud. Er trägt eine dicke Hornbrille und einen Anzug aus der Zeit von 1920. Neben ihm eine Echse an einer Kette. Stil René Magritte, Jean Giraud Moebius
Prompt: Generiere das Bild eines Ausserirdischen unter Pflaumenblüten. Daneben steht Larissa, die Malerin. Kleider aus der Zeit von 1920. Neben ihr Doktor Freud. Er trägt eine 3D-Brille und träumt. Ein Androide in den Kleidern eines Herzogs aus dem 17. Jahrhundert serviert Sekt auf einem Tablett. Ein Pyrheliometer im Steampunk-Stil. Ein Knabe reitet auf einem Salamander in die abendliche Dämmerung. Stil René Magritte, Jean Giraud Moebius
Prompt: Generiere das Bild von Larissa, der Malerin als 1967s British psychedelic hippie pinup wearing hot pants and a diminished shirt. Wie alle, die am einzigen Faden ihrer Kunst hängen, ist es ihr völlig egal, was künstlerisch dabei herauskommt. Schrödingers Katze. Eine Telepathin aus dem Ostblock. Eine surrealistische Séance in der Rue du Nadir aux Pomes Ecke Arcane 17. Insekten tragen Wäsche aus. Stil René Magritte, Jean Giraud Moebius
Prompt: Dr. Goofshoe, justieren Sie jetzt das Para-Gate am 5-HT2A-Rezeptor!
Atman Tauwurst, fluten Sie die Decentrale mit Space-Gas!
Miss Runcipher, let me know when enough Now of Nothing is in it!
Mrs Meatless, erfassen Sie die Koordinaten meiner Strandhose und beamen Sie sie hoch!
Dr. Gelou, beginnen Sie mit der kosmischen Startsequenz für die postsinguläre Subliminal-Synchro-Sphäre und reichen Sie mir bitte die Kruke und die Rimbaud-Schwarte rüber!
Ashley, holen Sie bei Sternschlag 1das PHLOOM auf den Schirm!
Hollis, Statusmeldung! Und Hollis (dans sa folle imagination):
Full Phloom Impact in T Minus 5 Seconds
Prompt: Dr. Maharishi, justieren Sie die novelty blips auf dem Bildschirm!
Atman Tauwurst, fluten Sie die Zentrale mit Space-Gas!
Miss Runcipher, enable the atomic rooster!
Mrs Meatless, show me the cosmic media extension!
Dr. Gelou, erhöhen Sie die Dosis unserer radioaktiven Steampunk-Steinpilze!
Ashley, holen Sie mir Sirius Prime auf den Schirm!
Countdown läuft!
Prompt: Kathy auf dem Barhocker, ich neben dem Spülbecken.
Hinter Kletterpflanzen mit muffigen Sartre-Texten vollgestopfte Bücherregale.
Kathy hat gerade ihre Outside-Periode und erzählt was von Plum & Goralsflax,
ungeachtet der Probleme, vor die uns das Universum stellt oder die wir aus uns selbst heraus erschaffen. Außer Frage steht, dass es in Zeiten wie diesen notwendig ist,
sich mit Hilfe verrückter Texte immer weiter von der Erde zu entfernen:
„Ich möchte alle Zeitalter übers Knie brechen, anschließend in die City fahren,
ein Paar scharlachrote Strumpfhosen kaufen, mich an eine Ghetto-Tonne schmiegen
und mit einer Bierdose in der Hand alle Dämonen in Schach halten. Selbst wenn die Länge
ihrer Nasen jener der Lippen entspricht und die Ohren nicht mehr Fläche beanspruchen
als ihre geöffneten Mäuler und das Nichts aus ihnen flattert.“
Prompt: Magical Christmas with Santa Clause sitting amidst Christmas presents in a reindeer-drawn sleigh festively decorated with little golden bells and holiday lights, pulled by 2 fuzzy furry reindeers, flying through the starry nocturnal sky with white wispy clouds and the christmas star and the milky way above the chimneys of a village.
Prompt: Generiere das Bild eines unbekannten Ausserirdischen. Er geht mit Larissa, der berühmten Malerin, Arm in Arm spazieren. Auch Doktor Freud hat sich eingehakt. Er trägt eine dicke Hornbrille und einen Anzug aus der Zeit von 1920. Ein junger Androide in den Kleidern eines Herzogs führt eine Echse an einer Kette. Stil René Magritte, Jean Giraud Moebius
Prompt: hyper-realistic,hyper-detailed fantasy art; elegant, intricate, detailed, highly detailed cat, accurate anatomy and eyes, by Daniel f gerhartz, Gustave dore, hr giger, tom bagshaw,junji ito, biomorphic astronaut extraterrestrial, style of h.r. giger, insanely detailed and intricate, golden ratio, hypermaximalist,
Prompt: "Dream of the blah" by Artist Yoko Yamayama's, Eastern minimalism, cinema 4D, 32k uhd, radical digital illustrations, and an overall color tone of cyan
Prompt: Generiere an unravish'd bride of quietness,
the foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Prompt: Generiere Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity:
Prompt: Generiere Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Prompt: Generiere a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Prompt: Generiere Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Prompt: Generiere das Bild eines Fabelwesens mit dem Gesicht eines Jaguars, der feindselig All blickt. Schnee treibt durch die Korridore des Raumschiffs. Die Rolltreppe zum Mond ist voller Androiden in Lederhosen. Cyber-Cephalopoden umringen Doktor Freud, der vor einer alten Litfass-Säule steht.
Prompt: Generiere I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
Though thou dost thine, employ’st thy pow’r and art.
For through long custom it has known
The little secrets, and is grown
Sullen and wise, will have its will,
And like old hawks pursues that still
That makes least sport, flies only where’t can kill.
Some youth that has not made his story,
Will think perchance the pain’s the glory,
And mannerly sit out love’s feast;
I shall be carving of the best,
Rudely call for the last course ’fore the rest.
Prompt: (((three))) sad and thin poor children showing (((empty plates))) in their hands, dressed in old and tattered clothes, (((tears rolling down their cheeks))), a thin, hungry, abandoned (((stray dog and a stray cat))) on a alley of shacks - - sad colors, ultra high quality, sharp focus, focused, intricate, high definition, extremely detailed
Prompt: Generiere a Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst in a medieval setting. Initials of its three fathers inscribed on the portal. ‘FJA’. Generate Salome. She is shrouded in a garment, which contains within it a mask, but her face is partly uncovered. Besides her is a star Catcher, in which a fantastic huntress has captured the moon and carries it in a cage. Dressed in an exquisite costume with delicately marked butterfly-wing sleeves, she holds the butterfly net with which she caught the glowing crescent. Related to Diana the huntress—goddess of the moon
Prompt: 151515[Christmas, a cute happy little child girl red dress with gold accents and bow in her hair, "writing a list", {desk, candlelight, Christmas decorations, Christmas tree, cozy, warm, happy, night, candlelight, dark background}]
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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