Prompt: A water-clerk need not pass an examination in anything under the sun, but he must have 'Ability in the abstract' and demonstrate it practically. His work consists in racing under sail, steam, or oars against other water-clerks for any ship about to anchor, greeting her captain cheerily, forcing upon him a card - the business card of the ship-chandler - on his first visit on shore piloting him firmly but without ostentation to a vast, cavern-like shop which is full of things that are eaten and drunk on board ship; where you can get everything to make her seaworthy and beautiful, from a set of chain-hooks for her cable to a book of gold-leaf for the carvings on her stern; and where her commander is received like a brother by a ship-chandler he has never seen before. There is a cool parlor, easy-chairs, bottles, cigars, writing implements, a copy of harbor regulations, and a warmth of welcome that melts the salt of a three months' passage out of a seaman's heart. The connection thus begun is kept up, as long as the ship remains in harbor, by the daily visits of the water-clerk. To the captain he is faithful like a friend and attentive like a son, with the patience of Job, the unselfish devotion of a woman, and the jollity if a boon companion. Later on the bill is sent in. It is a beautiful and humane occupation. Therefore good water-clerks are scarce. When a water-clerk who possesses 'Ability in the abstract' has also the advantage of having been brought up to the sea, he is worth to his employer a lot of money and some humoring. Jim had always good wages and as much humoring as would have bought the fidelity of a fiend. Nevertheless, with black ingratitude he would throw up the job suddenly and depart. To his employers the reasons he gave were obviously inadequate. They said "Confounded fool!" as soon as his back was turned. This was their criticism on his exquisite sensibility.
Prompt: The scene is a two-shot of two people seated at a table.
The table is in an elegant café on a quaint cobbled street, known for its intimate atmosphere and antique décor.
Inside, the café is dimly lit, with chandeliers casting a warm glow over richly upholstered chairs and old wooden tables.
The street is located in the bustling city of Kyiv, where the early autumn breeze rustles through the golden leaves that carpet the streets.
One person is a male American secret agent, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that hints at his covert profession without drawing undue attention. His blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan the room with a practiced ease.
The other person is a striking Ukrainian female secret agent, who is seated opposite Jack and sits with an effortless grace. She is dressed in a stylish, fitted dress with a amber scarf draped around her neck, she exudes both sophistication and a hint of danger. Her dark, wavy hair frames her face, and her emerald green eyes scan the room with an equal mix of confidence and curiosity.
Their eyes meet. There is an immediate, electric connection, as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of them.
Prompt: Create vintage image of a young woman standing with one hand resting on a patterned clutch purse. She has medium-length hair with volume and wears a wide-brimmed straw hat with a ribbon above the brim. Her eyes gaze softly towards the viewer, and her expression is serene with a slight, closed-mouth smile. She wears a striped, short-sleeved t-shirt with horizontal black and white stripes, paired with high-waisted plaid pants. The pants have a loose fit and are visibly tucked at the waist, adding to the casual yet stylish vibe. The background should be an unfocused, textured fabric, suggesting a simple and timeless backdrop. The lighting is soft, casting gentle shadows and giving the subject a gentle, luminescent appearance.
Prompt: A cinematic scene that captures the ethereal beauty and depth of Kurdish music, blending the traditional with the modern. The image should feature a group of musicians performing outdoors in the mountains of Kurdistan, surrounded by rolling hills and rugged cliffs. The musicians are seated on traditional Kurdish carpets, playing instruments like the duduk, saz, and tanbur, each one lost in the flow of the music. The wind gently moves through their clothing and hair, symbolizing the connection between the music and nature.
The lighting is soft and warm, with the golden hour sun casting a serene glow over the scene, bathing the landscape in warm tones. In the distance, the sun sets behind the mountains, filling the sky with vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple. There is a delicate interplay of shadow and light, reflecting the emotional depth and haunting melodies of Kurdish music. The expressions of the musicians are focused and emotive, deeply connected to the ancient music they play, which speaks of longing, resilience, and the collective Kurdish experience.
In the background, Kurdish women in traditional colorful attire can be seen dancing slowly, their movements graceful and deliberate, reflecting the rhythmic flow of the music. Wildflowers in the foreground sway gently in the wind, adding a sense of natural harmony.
The scene is lit by the warm, golden light of the setting sun, creating a soft, glowing atmosphere that feels both magical and intimate. The sunlight highlights the musicians and dancers, while the distant mountains are cast in long shadows. The warm hues of the sunset blend with the soft, cool tones of the approaching night, giving the image a feeling of transition—much like the emotional journey in Kurdish music. Subtle highlights on the instruments, particularly the strings of the saz and tanbur, catch the light, creating a delicate interplay of texture and glow.
Prompt: A retired veteran looks with sadness at the coming storm. His enemy of fascism has invade his homeland and he has been betrayed by his friends, family, and neighbors.
Prompt: When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
Prompt: Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Oh, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Swinging on the Riviera one day
And then laying in a Bombay alley next day
Oh, don't you let the wrong words slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Prompt: Create an image featuring four women positioned outdoors in a rural, homestead setting. The first woman on the left is startled, holding a large gray bucket containing a few apples against her midsection. She has long, straight, dark blonde hair and is wearing a long-sleeve red top with a brown skirt.
The second woman, in the center-left, is laughing and has long, straight brown hair and wears a sleeveless brown top paired with a floral skirt featuring red, green, and beige flowers on a yellow background. Her dance-like posture suggests movement and joy.
The third woman, center-right, also laughing, has long, straight blonde hair and is clad in a long-sleeve pale yellow shirt, with a long purple skirt adorned with small white floral patterns.
The fourth woman, on the right, is playing a yellow, triangular stringed instrument and has long, straight, light brown hair. She wears a sleeveless black top with a floral design and a high-waisted gray skirt with vertical stripes.
All the women appear jovial and engaged in a moment of fun. The background includes green trees, a makeshift shelter with hay, and various unevenly stacked rustic wooden objects, adding to an atmosphere of a casual countryside gathering. The sky is blue, partly obscured by the greenery, suggesting a sunny day.
Prompt: "Create a dramatic and captivating graphic suitable for a poster or book cover about a male American secret agent and a female Ukrainian secret agent who fall in love amidst their perilous adventures. The cover should feature a handsome, rugged American secret agent and a beautiful, poised Ukrainian secret agent. The agents should be depicted in dynamic, action-oriented poses, symbolizing their daring escapades. In the background, blend elements of a high-stakes chase or a tense confrontation, with subtle hints of espionage like shadowy figures or covert operations. The color palette should low-key noirish, but include shades of blue and red to evoke excitement and danger. The overall design should evoke a sense of romance intertwined with thrilling adventure."
Prompt: They do not know all the meanings of theft, of sowing, of buying, of keeping at rest, of seeing what needs to be done - this is not for the eye, but for a different sort of vision.
Prompt: Create an image of a woman with butterfly wings standing in a sunset forest clearing. The woman is in a dramatic pose with one arm raised gracefully, her wings are translucent and backlit by a warm, glowing sunset. The intricate translucent silk wings are expansive, resembling those of a butterfly, adorned with vibrant turquoise, amber, and white patterns lit by the sunlight. Her skin is fair, and she wears a flowing dress that transitions from a rich burnt orange at the bodice to a soft, translucent cream at the hem, embellished with delicate floral embroidery. Her dress blends seamlessly into the texture of her wings. The forest around her is composed of tall pine trees, shrouded in shadows, creating an aura of enchantment. The ground is soft with forest debris, and there are rocks encircling the small campfire. The overall mood is mystical and serene.
Prompt: "What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They're a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London balancing the rights and wrongs? I'd have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass that you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They need him for the safety of ordinary, crummy people like you and me"
Prompt: create an image of a small group of creepy clowns, standing around a ceiling light that is not working. They are attempting to fix it, with one clown having an orange face standing on a ladder attempting to fix it. They are obviously unable to do so due to their incompetence.
Prompt: The scene unfolds in the bustling city of Kyiv, where the early autumn breeze rustles through the golden leaves that carpet the streets. The setting is an elegant café on a quaint cobbled street, known for its intimate atmosphere and antique décor. Inside, the café is dimly lit, with chandeliers casting a warm glow over richly upholstered chairs and old wooden tables.
American secret agent, Jack Harrison, is seated at a corner table, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that hints at his covert profession without drawing undue attention. His blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan the room with a practiced ease. His mission is to meet a local contact who has information crucial to his operation. .
Sofia Ivanova, a striking Ukrainian secret agent, who glides into the café with an effortless grace. Her dark, wavy hair frames her face, and her emerald green eyes scan the room with an equal mix of confidence and curiosity. Dressed in a stylish, fitted black dress with a red scarf draped around her neck, she exudes both sophistication and a hint of danger.
Their eyes meet across the room. There is an immediate, electric connection, as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of them. Sofia approaches Jack's table, her steps deliberate and confident. She extends a hand, her voice soft yet commanding, "Jack Harrison, I presume?"
Jack stands and takes her hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. .
The café's ambiance provides a perfect cover for their clandestine meeting, but their conversation is soon interrupted by a subtle commotion outside.
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.
