Prompt: a man middle age short black hair with thick eyes eyebrows wide nose dark brown skin brown eyes and thick lips has two broken teeth on his left cheek he has a scar white three day beard
Prompt: Cosmic children are creating a completely perfect Earth, pristine in every way, brand new, beautiful beyond description. They are being assisted by Celestial beings of pure light and love energy. There is no darkness. There is no greed, no anger, no negativity of any kind. It is paradise! A digital illustration reminiscent of oil on canvas with a hint of surreal paint pouring. Glossy, magical, mystical illumination, vibrant colors. The Cosmic children hold their hands over the "New moon", set against the vastness of space. From a beautiful Nebula, a trail of sparkling stars follows a winding course like a river to the New Earth. Roger Dean and John Blanche style.
Prompt: Excited by the radiance that comes from her pretty, almost malarian face, where her hair is as soft as silk in a world full of people made of cotton candy
Prompt: Excited by the radiance that comes from her pretty, almost malarian face, where her hair is as soft as silk in a world full of people made of cotton candy
Prompt: In a strange world, earth worms come out of the ground everywhere, lots of strange plants, cone-like shapes come out of the clouds, the sky is strange with three big ones next to planets
Prompt: A fly, it is silver, its body is made of riveted sheet metal, its wings are made of plastic. Despite this, it has big eyes like a computer screen and has a lot of hair. Under the microscope it is a wonderful creature
Prompt: Oh my Sweet suffering
Why persist? You're starting again
I'm just an unimportant being
Without him, I'm a little paranoid
I walk alone on the subway
One last dance
To forget my immense pain
I want to run away, everything to begin again
Oh my Sweet suffering
I move the sky, day, night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A little love, a bit of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise I run and I'm afraid
Is it my turn? Comes the pain
Throughout Paris, I abandon myself
And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
What hope
On this path in your absence
I'm working hard
Without you my life is just a shining decor, empty of meaning
I move the sky, day, night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A little love, a bit of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise I run and I'm afraid
Is it my turn? Comes the pain
Throughout Paris, I abandon myself
And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly fly
In this sweet suffering
Whose offenses I paid for
Listen to how huge my heart is
I am a child of the world
I move the sky, day, night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A little love, a bit of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise I run and I'm afraid
Is it my turn? Comes the pain
Throughout Paris, I abandon myself
And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly fly
Prompt: A group of people work in the background and blackmail the ruler into only doing things that they want for their interests, the ruler knows that but he is powerless
Prompt: A man on a vintage bicycle from the 50's stands in a field where the harvest has already taken place
The fields are yellow and dry. A windmill draws water from the ground. It is hot in the middle of summer
Prompt: mixed tones with thick oil paints on canvas applied with thick brushes very confusing picture a human form can be guessed in the picture the artist must have been quick or in a hurry
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.
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