Prompt: Picture a painting that is both serene and mystical, capturing the essence of a dreamlike state. The subject of the painting is a person, perhaps a loved one, depicted with a soft and ethereal brushstroke that creates an otherworldly effect. The painting is primarily in a mix of vibrant and soft tones, with hints of gold and silver that shimmer in the light. The background is a blur of color and texture, hinting at hidden meanings and deeper symbolism. The painting draws on both expressionist and Jungian ideas, exploring the connection between the conscious and unconscious mind. As you gaze at the painting, you are struck by its sense of calm and and tranquility, as well as its deep and mysterious allure. This painting is a true masterpiece, a work of art that transports you to another realm, where reality and fantasy are intertwined in a delicate dance.
Prompt: If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the
students from just trying to yodel right off. You see, we build to that.
Prompt: They have already written the words in the sand.
This poetry of our meeting.
That bleeds and comes out from the bones.
Our skeletons of love
That remain in the stones.
On the sand, so golden.
Prompt: It's perfectly okay to talk to yourself, and it's perfectly okay to answer yourself. But, it's totally sad that you have to repeat what you said because you weren't listening.
Prompt: Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes.
Prompt: I wish there was a disease where you're afraid of clouds, because I think I could cure it. First, you sit the patient down and have a long personal talk. After that, I'm not sure, but maybe you could throw some water in his face or something.
Prompt: Conspicuously sinister, like some silent, sworn, minister, she offered not a word, or nary an ill intentioned whisper, but, clutched the infant tightly, approached the chasm lightly, and held the child aloft, sacrificial, yet, politely.
Prompt: We've come to scream in the happy house
We're in a dream in the happy house
We're all quite sane-ane-ane, whoa-oh
This is the happy house, we're happy here
Prompt: When I think of some of the things that have been done in the name of science, I have to cringe. No, wait, not science, vandalism. And not cringe, laugh.
Prompt: (((Portrait of a Swamp Sibyl in the blended styles of Maxfield Parrish, (((Gustav Klimt))), Arthur Rackham, Tamara de Lempicka, William-Adolphe Bougueraeu.)))
They say that when the October moon is full, and the swamps and meadows are covered by an eerie mist, I will put down my beer and go walking through the streets.
Some of the townspeople believe in me, and some don't. And even some of those that believe are reluctant to loan me money.
Prompt: If you're a wild, spirited mustang, and some cowboys rope you, and then one of them starts going, "Easy, boy, easy, easy," don't calm down, because he's going to try to ride you.
Prompt: (((In the blended style of Gustav Klimt, Maxfield Parrish, John William Waterhouse, Tamara de Lempicka))) People are always asking me if there's anything they can carry or wear or hold up in front of me that will frighten or repel me. About the only thing I can think of that might not is an ice cream cone, so long as the ice cream isn't in a scary shape.
Prompt: When people think about traveling to the past, they worry about accidentally changing the present, but no one in the present really thinks they can radically change the future.
Prompt: So confidence speaks from a thousand fools
Thoughts of civilizations
Burning the brillant paradise soaked dreams
Mindlessly hails to the electric cloak
Prompt: If you're being chased by an angry bull, and then you notice you're also being chased by a swarm of bees, it doesn't really change things. Just keep on running.
(((In the styles of (((Gustav Klimt))), Maxfield Parrish, and John William Waterhouse.)))
Prompt: Governments crumble, and papists stumble, but we never tire. Armies surrender, and soldiers turn beggar, but we never tire. Scum goes Jehovah, and stars supernova, but we never tire...
Prompt: Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck,
and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing?
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.