Prompt: Generate a Young female blissful astral traveller in flowerpower look, old steampunk buddhist lighthouse temple, stupas. Create xenolinguistic alphabets exo signals astrolinguistics, non-Earthbound symbols and numerals, Detailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema.
Prompt: Generate Red foxy Voodoo women, blue shirted man with stocking nose right side. Wood carved Female figures in the background and cyperpunk machines, old steampunk buddhist lighthouse temples, stupas. Detailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema. etailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema.
Prompt: Generate underwater landscape, Rotate the whole image 180 degrees around the coordinate axis to the left. coloured pencil drawing, constellations, yin yang, mandalas, alchemical symbols - in the style of Pawel Fjodorowitsch Tschelischtschew, hr giger, deepblue ocean / atmosphere.
Modifiers:
digital painting child drawing pencil sketch pixel art
Trilobites and shellfish in the ancient sea. Weìrd ancient sea animals from the cretaceous period. ancient sea monsters. Alchemical creation of life. Weìrd animals. salvador dali hieronymus bosch h.r.giger Modifiers: sharp focus fantastic view ultra detailed colourful acrylic art Ultra realistic Gothic space architecture Mercury Glass patina, moody, somber, desaturated colors. Detailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema
Prompt: Generate banquet of barely dressed people with Weìrd ancient sea animals from the cretaceous period. Alchemical creation of life. gnostic horror salvador dali, hieronymus bosch, h.r.giger, ernst haeckel, francis bacon. Mercury Glass patina, moody, somber, desaturated colors. Detailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema. UFOs in the sky over deepblue ocean waves, coastline with tree-covered landing site, Signal towers, beacons from Mars, old steampunk hangars looking like buddhist lighthouse temples, stupas, crescent full moon. Detailed industrial blueprint, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema.
Prompt: Generate xenolinguistic alphabets exo signals astrolinguistics, non-Earthbound symbols, arabic numerals.
Create a female figure in psychedelic hippie style of the 1960s, draws the figure in stylish gear: shorts, sleeveless colourful-tie shirt. Located in an avantgarde-looking Study room filled with the tools of an pop-artist. Taking objects from a treasure chest—geometric solids, jewels, plants, crystals, handwritten formulas — the woman places them onto a three-dimensional staff.
The person is trying to find the invisible thread that links everything and, for this reason, is skewering all kinds of things on a staff of metal threads. Like Pythagoras searching for the secret harmony between music, nature, and mathematics.
Prompt: Gnerate a scientist pushed (quite literally) toward new ways of thinking by forces beyond his control. He had based his models on the theories of Newton, on the idea of a universal law of gravitation, constant and unchanging. This vision was supplanted by Einstein’s theory of relativity, a theory not of constancy but of change. As Einstein had theorized that ‘the gravitational field near the sun could cause a glancing ray of light to bend inwards—like distortion of space,’ so the astronomer here must recover his balance after just such a bending inward of the space within his room. The astronomer yields to this vision, perhaps reluctantly, and establishes new footing. In so doing, he, too, confirms that scientific truth itself is relative and that any one interpretation, no matter how neatly it fits on the shelves, must remain open to leaps of imagination that will produce totally different formulations.
Prompt: Generiere a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
Prompt: Generate xenolinguistic alphabets exo signals astrolinguistics, non-Earthbound symbols, arabic numerals.
A female figure in a medieval-looking Study room filled with the tools of the alchemist. Taking objects from a treasure chest—geometric solids, jewels, plants, crystals, handwritten formulas — the woman places them onto a three-dimensional staff.
The person is trying to find the invisible thread that links everything and, for this reason, is skewering all kinds of things on a staff of metal threads. Like Pythagoras searching for the secret harmony between music, nature, and mathematics.
Prompt: Create the world of the composer, a quiet, dark, fecund world of diligent study. An androgynous figure whose features mirror a medieval-looking study filled with the tools of the alchemist. Taking objects from a treasure chest—geometric solids, jewels, plants, crystals, handwritten formulas — the composer places them as notes onto a three-dimensional musical staff, creating from a chaos of possibilities the order that is music. The person is trying to find the invisible thread that links everything and, for this reason, is skewering all kinds of things on a staff of metal threads. Like Pythagoras searching for the secret harmony between music, nature, and mathematics, the composer looks to unite the abstract and the concrete with the intangibility of sound.
Prompt: Create a female scientist-artist in the persona of Wisdom—the owl—sitting at a desk drawing a bird. Using primary colors distilled from the atmosphere, she draws with a pen that is connected through a violin to her heart. Moonlight (the domain of both owl and woman), captured and magnified through a triangular lens, illuminates the drawing, stimulating the drawn birds to come to life and take flight out a window.Two vases are standing in the corner, which feed their golden contents back and forth to each other. It's an egg-shaped alchemical vessel as the receptacle of transformation, in which is created the palette of primaries, the trinity that is the foundation of all color in art. Also there is a triangular magnifier, like the triangular prism that Newton, the master scientist, had used to separate light into the colors of the spectrum. Then the birds fly off the page like Daedalus.
Prompt: Create a female artist who holds a magical key before a mysterious floating keyhole, due to Surrealist references to women’s secret wisdom and special creative powers. The woman is a creative agent, who has been set out on a solitary journey to find ‘the source' as an intrepid traveler on the Orinoco River.
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: Generiere
The feathers do not all have to be white — they can be any colour, but be sure you avoid Guinea hen feathers, which sometimes provoke a state of prolonged nymphomania, or dangerous cases of priapism.
Put on corset, tighten well, and sit in front of the mirror. To relax your nerves, smile and try on the moustaches and hats, whichever you prefer (three-cornered Napoleonic, cardinal’s hat, lace cap, Basque beret, etc.).
Put the two clothes pins on a saucer and set it near the bed. Warm the calf’s livers in a water bath, but be careful not to boil. Use the warm livers in place of a pillow (in cases of masochism) or on both sides of the bed, within reach (in cases of sadism).
Prompt: Generiere One kilo black radishes; three white hens; one head of garlic; four kilos honey; one mirror; two calf’s livers; one red brick; two clothespins; one whalebone corset; two false moustaches; two hats of your choice.
Pluck the hens, carefully setting aside the feathers. Boil in two quarts of unsalted distilled water or rainwater, along with the peeled, crushed garlic. Simmer on a low fire. While simmering, position the bed northwest to southeast and let it rest by an open window. After half an hour, close the window and place the red brick under the left leg at the head of the bed, which must face northwest, and let it rest.
While the bed rests, grate the black radishes directly over the consommé, taking special care to allow your hands to absorb the steam. Mix well and simmer. With a spatula, spread the four kilos of honey on the bedsheets and sprinkle the chicken feathers on the honey-smeared sheets. Now, make the bed carefully.
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: 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 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 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 the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
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 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 Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
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 Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Prompt: Generiere das Bild eines typischen Abends in diesem Jahrhundert: Vögel picken nach den Leucht-Displays der Kontrollen. Schnee treibt durch die Korridore des Raumschiffs. Ein Fabelwesen mit dem Gesichteines Jaguars, der feindselig ins All blickt. Radioaktiven Zeitungen liegen vor der Rolltreppe zum Mond. Einer der Penner fragt:
"Würden Sie einem besoffenen Künstler in ein fremdes Raumschiff folgen?"
"Sicher doch! Ich würde verzückt zwischen den blauen Blumen des Holodecks liegen und in einem schmalen Buch mit erstaunlich irren Sätzen blättern, während wir das Sonnensystem verlassen.
Prompt: Generiere einen Schriftsteller in einem Turmzimmer. Sterne blinken durchs Fenster. Nachtszene.
Freundliche Mädchen lassen sich an klebrigen Fallschirmen auf das Dach herab.
Wieder mal Gott im Schnellzug auf einer Tannennadel gesichtet.
Dschinns aus gelbem Glas, schwarze Klappe über dem ungepflegten dritten Auge.
Weitere 81 Fremd-Intelligenzen im Anflug.
Darunter eine schwäbische Ausserirdische in Hotpants und bauchfreiem T-Shirt.
Prompt: Freundliche Mädchen lassen sich an klebrigen Fallschirmen herab.
Ich bin ein Hund, der Schriftsteller geworden ist. Im Turmzimmer.
Neben mir der Küchenmixer. Algol und Betelgeuse blinken durchs Fenster. Nachtszene.
Eine Kerze. Zen-Studien. Atomlafetten. Protonenzerfall
Prompt: Generiere das Bild Rubin graues Gehirn exklusiv in außerirdischer Hand. Geisterhafter Nebelwald. William Burroughs in einem Rollstuhl. Ein Druide zeigt seine Tätowierungen. Elfen rennen rückwärts. Eine Kröte stürzt aus dem Symbolystem der unendlichen Flussmacht. Hausärzte spritzen sich LSD durch die Sportsocken.
Prompt: Generiere das Bild Rubin graues Gehirn exklusiv in außerirdischer Hand. Geisterhafter Nebelwald. William Burroughs in einem Rollstuhl. Ein Druide zeigt seine Tätowierungen. Elfen rennen rückwärts. Eine Kröte stürzt aus dem Symbolystem der unendlichen Flussmacht. Hausärzte spritzen sich LSD durch die Sportsocken.
Prompt: Generiere das Bild Rubin rotes Gehirn exklusiv in außerirdischer Hand bei einer Hutneigung von 52 Grad!
Geisterhafter Nebelwald. Druiden feuern mit Panzerfäusten, Elfen werfen Nitroglycerin. UFO-Wrackteile stürzen ab. Hausärzte spritzen sich LSD durch die Sportsocken.
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: Künstliches Mondlicht durchflutet die Decentrale, während du die kosmische Bibliothek nach Karten für das Transitsystem Kalifa Afrodisiac durchsuchst. Bis das Zielgebiet erreicht ist, hast du drei Manuskripte vollgekritzelt, betitelt mit 'An account on the first Voyage to Crispins System', 'Les Navigations sur les Côtes de Sirius' und 'Narration of Mauausskizalsiri on its 15 years' Flight and other pleasantries'. Nach der Landung beginnst du wie ein aufgeregtes Bürschen auf dem Kartentisch zu tanzen und führst versuchsweise einen Hamiltonoperator in einen axialen Vektorstrom ein, weil du deinen Augen nicht traust: der Monitor zeigt drei angesäuselte Außerirdische mit uralten Gehirnen, die um einen Springbrunnen herumliegen. Ein Gespann diverser Grashüpfer und Käfer, Hummeln und Moskitos wie aus einem mittelalterlichen Bestiarium, alle von fabelhaften Ausmaßen und brillanter Leuchtkraft, gleiten wie aufgezogene Spielzeug-Puppen durcheinander und hüpfen alle zusammen einem von einer unterirdischen Wasserader gespeisten See zu, an dem die Stewardess der höheren Lebenswelten sitzt xenolinguistic alphabets exo signals astrolinguistics, non-Earthbound symbols, arabic numerals
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.
