Prompt: Close up portrait of the face and hair of a woman with long hair, wavy hair that is mostly black but with some grey mixed in. She has an olive complexion with scattered freckles. Her eyes are hazel, with a grey ring around the hazel irises. She's 48 years old, but looks young for her age. Her eyebrows are thin. Her nose has a slight hook. Her lips are thin. She's wearing no make-up. She has a beautiful bone structure, with high, well-defined cheekbones and a strong jaw. Her expression is peaceful yet her eyes convey a playful intensity. She smiles with her eyes rather than with her mouth.
Prompt: A team of Unicorns in Miami Dolphins uniforms on the football field playing football against a team of Centaurs in Baltimore Ravens uniforms. A field goal is kicked, and the Pegasus Referee holds his arms straight up. Rabid dogs cheer from the stadium's bleachers, chewing on hot dogs and holding cans of Miller High Life.
Prompt: The Singularity Is Near... Or, this "reality" we're typing in on this virtual, facetious book is nothing more than one of possibly-infinite simulations of some baseline biological/physical reality that once existed... Or did that ever exist? DNA might be a super-advance form of computer coding. Maybe biological/physical reality was always an illusion, and The Originator at the very bottom of all these Turtles upon Turtles was nothing more than a Computer Programmer. But something must've preceded the Programmer... Like the Computer! And something must've preceded the Computer... some Original Intelligence? Was the first intelligence any less artificial than Artificial Intelligence? Is A.I. just The Creator coming around full circle? Is the very point of a created species evolving into self-awareness to become the creators of their own species? Heck if I know, I'm just attempting to stay curious about a frightening, absurd, beautiful, awe-inspiring world that is becoming very hard to regard as "real" in any way I once understood "reality." However, as often as I choose to regard All Of This with curiosity and compassion I'm just as often possessed by anxiety and dread (perhaps also a choice?).
Prompt: The Singularity Is Near... Or, this "reality" we're typing in on this virtual, facetious book is nothing more than one of possibly-infinite simulations of some baseline biological/physical reality that once existed... Or did that ever exist? DNA might be a super-advance form of computer coding. Maybe biological/physical reality was always an illusion, and The Originator at the very bottom of all these Turtles upon Turtles was nothing more than a Computer Programmer. But something must've preceded the Programmer... Like the Computer! And something must've preceded the Computer... some Original Intelligence? Was the first intelligence any less artificial than Artificial Intelligence? Is A.I. just The Creator coming around full circle? Is the very point of a created species evolving into self-awareness to become the creators of their own species? Heck if I know, I'm just attempting to stay curious about a frightening, absurd, beautiful, awe-inspiring world that is becoming very hard to regard as "real" in any way I once understood "reality." However, as often as I choose to regard All Of This with curiosity and compassion I'm just as often possessed by anxiety and dread (perhaps also a choice?).
Prompt: The Singularity Is Near... Or, this "reality" we're typing in on this virtual, facetious book is nothing more than one of possibly-infinite simulations of some baseline biological/physical reality that once existed... Or did that ever exist? DNA might be a super-advance form of computer coding. Maybe biological/physical reality was always an illusion, and The Originator at the very bottom of all these Turtles upon Turtles was nothing more than a Computer Programmer. But something must've preceded the Programmer... Like the Computer! And something must've preceded the Computer... some Original Intelligence? Was the first intelligence any less artificial than Artificial Intelligence? Is A.I. just The Creator coming around full circle? Is the very point of a created species evolving into self-awareness to become the creators of their own species? Heck if I know, I'm just attempting to stay curious about a frightening, absurd, beautiful, awe-inspiring world that is becoming very hard to regard as "real" in any way I once understood "reality." However, as often as I choose to regard All Of This with curiosity and compassion I'm just as often possessed by anxiety and dread (perhaps also a choice?).
Prompt: Humanoid Giant Squid versus Humanoid Reptilian aliens in hockey uniforms with hockey sticks and wearing ice skates skating around a hockey rink in a stadium filled with hockey fans comprised of humanoid shellfish, starfish, clams, lobsters, seagulls, sandpipers, albatrosses and beach towels with humanoid faces.
Prompt: The hometown Houston Humanoid Anteaters host the visiting Cancun Humanoid Whale Sharks in a regular-season match of the future World Basketball Association in the year 3024.
Prompt: A quilt comprised of images of dilapidated, abandoned buildings within the darkened windows of which can be seen humanoid anteaters, owl-like aliens, cats with antlers, and Reptilian aliens.
Prompt: The cheetah is now a young Native-American man. He's dressed in buffalo-leather and wears a feather headband, the traditional clothing of his tribe. He begins speaking about Spring and rebirth. I ask him to repeat what he's said so that I can write it all down. I find a pen and paper for this purpose and jot down some notes.
Prompt: In due time
We'll all climb
Red ladders to the clouds
Where ancient cartoon gods
Play
With gray
Female
Aliens
Lightning strike
Trident bite
Lotus pose before the cave
Acorn shells (Pine cones)
As brown as pine (transmitting Mind)
Time
Does not take sides
Time
is only sighed
Prompt: You see the monster in our closet is
a lotsa-layered skeleton
a gold coin in each eye
chump change
Winter wanes away from rancor
towards that flow of golden nectar
Make a Vision
Spring a Friendship with your Pain
awful lot of albatrosses dangling from his neck II
Model:
Artistic 2
Size:
1152 X 888
(1.02 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: You see the monkey on my back has got
an awful lot
of albatrosses
dangling from his neck on
cheap chains
Which are weighed down to the anchor
of that Good Old Time Religion
guilt submission
that tic talking in our brains
You see the monster in our closet is
a lotsa-layered skeleton
a gold coin in each eye
chump change
Winter wanes away from rancor
towards that flow of golden nectar
Make a Vision
Spring a Friendship with your Pain
Prompt: You see the monkey on my back has got
an awful lot
of albatrosses
dangling from his neck on
cheap chains
Which are weighed down to the anchor
of that Good Old Time Religion
guilt submission
that tic talking in our brains
You see the monster in our closet is
a lotsa-layered skeleton
a gold coin in each eye
chump change
Winter wanes away from rancor
towards that flow of golden nectar
Make a Vision
Spring a Friendship with your Pain
Prompt: Native American symbols and totems on the mesa, so enormous they could be seen clearly from great distances. A red circular face with over-sized white eyes and a grotesque smile.
Prompt: In a dream yesterday morning, I found myself sitting with a group of villagers in Maxwell, ten miles East of the remote adobe abode in which I abide.
We were sitting outside of a restaurant (although none exist in the tiny village IRL) where we'd all eaten a potluck meal to welcome five folks new to "town." My job for the potluck was not to cook but to write a "love letter" to each of the village's new residents. Both the potluck and the love letters had been received with appreciation by our new neighbors.
Our focus now was on a large mesa to the West, where an annual event was occurring in which Native American symbols and totems were arranged on the mesa that were of such enormous scale that they could be seen clearly from great distances. I particularly remember a red circular face with over-sized white eyes and a grotesque smile.
Prompt: In a dream yesterday morning, I found myself sitting with a group of villagers in Maxwell, ten miles East of the remote adobe abode in which I abide. We were sitting outside of a restaurant (although none exist in the tiny village IRL) where we'd all eaten a potluck meal to welcome five folks new to "town." My job for the potluck was not to cook but to write a "love letter" to each of the village's new residents. Both the potluck and the love letters had been received with appreciation by our new neighbors. Our focus now was on a large mesa to the West, where an annual event was occurring in which Native American symbols and totems were arranged on the mesa that were of such enormous scale that they could be seen clearly from great distances. I particularly remember a red circular face with over-sized white eyes and a grotesque smile.
Prompt: Rich, across some kind of large rectangular work table from me in what seems to be an abandoned building, explains to me his idea for a band or something. I look at him and his eyes are red but the irises are vivid and his pupils are enormous. I tell him this and ask whether he’s on mushrooms or something. Now his eye is one giant eye, with the pupil expanding and contracting and the irises almost flaming.
Prompt: Rich, across some kind of large rectangular work table from me in what seems to be an abandoned building, explains to me his idea for a band or something. I look at him and his eyes are red but the irises are vivid and his pupils are enormous. I tell him this and ask whether he’s on mushrooms or something. Now his eye is one giant eye, with the pupil expanding and contracting and the irises almost flaming.
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.