Prompt: A serene coastal vista seen through a forest of tall, thin trees with sparse branches. The foreground features a variety of trees including some with dark, textured bark and others with smoother, lighter bark, all standing vertically. The sunlight filters through the foliage, illuminating patches of vibrant green shrubbery at the base of the trees. In the middle ground, calm blue ocean waves gently lap against a rugged shoreline dotted with dark rocks and sandy beaches. The background reveals a distant headland that juts into the sea with a dense tree line, under a clear, blue sky with no visible clouds. The view is framed by the vertical lines of the trees, contrasting with the horizontal lines of the ocean waves, creating a peaceful and secluded perspective of the coastal landscape.
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: 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 outside table belonging to 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 male American secret agent, Jack Harrison, is seated at the 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.
Enter Sofia Ivanova, a striking Ukrainian secret agent, who takes the seat opposite Jack's with an effortless grace.
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.
Jack takes her hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
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.
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: 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 American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep? We can ring you if he shows up"
Leamas said nothing, just stared through the window of the checkpoint, along the empty street.
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.
