Prompt: Dimly lit living room corner, anxious man named Mike, unplugged devices, Election Night, American flag in background, contemplative expression, shadows, vintage armchair, wooden floor, subtle patriotic decor, map of the USA on wall, scattered papers, tense atmosphere, reflective mood, quiet setting, political uncertainty, emotional turmoil, digital illustration, realistic style, warm color palette, by Norman Rockwell and Edward Hopper, Artstation.
Prompt: They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the virgin birth
Prompt: Halloween night on a suburban street, houses decorated with jack-o-lanterns and other seasonal decor, children in costume going house to house trick or treating, leaves in the street, a full moon in the sky, bats flying, and off in the distance, on a hill, a spooky old Victorian home, its windows seemingly lit by candlelight
Prompt: A group of Vampires at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping goblets of blood on a hot summer's night as people go about their business.
Prompt: A sad little man sits at his computer. Above his head is a thought cloud that reads, "Da Fuq?" Next to him, a small imp sits on his keyboard, and above his head is a thought cloud that answers back, "AI only likes scantily dressed broads, not scantily dressed dudes!!!!" We can see the computer screen's message.
Prompt: A group of handsome barbarians at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: A group of handsome, well-dressed Xenomorphs at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer's afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: A group of handsome, well-dressed young men at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer's afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: A group of handsome, well-dressed young men at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer's afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: A group of handsome, well-dressed young men at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer's afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: A group of handsome, well-dressed young men at a cafe table on a busy street corner, laughing, playing cards, sipping coffee on a hot summer's afternoon as people go about their business.
Prompt: Fiery inferno engulfing Saint Patrick's Cathedral, towering demon emerging from ruins, terrified crowd on sidewalk, midnight in mid-August, Gothic architecture, stained glass windows shattered, billowing smoke, chaos and panic, vibrant reds and oranges for flames, dark and ominous atmosphere, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, detailed and realistic digital illustration, epic fantasy style, by Brom and H.R. Giger, ArtStation, high resolution.
Prompt: At a Ouija Board, on a table in a room, late at night, spirits hover above the planchette; everyone's fingers are on the planchette; a window in the room reveals a full moon, and the room seems to be filled with ghostly visages...
Prompt: Ice cream castles, gingerbread office buildings, bridges made of cake, highways made of black licorice, rivers flowing with grape soda, lollipop trees, and candy flowers everywhere!
Prompt: A sad little man sits at his computer. Above his head is a thought cloud that reads, "Oh good, now I can enter a contest and have my works ignored!" Next to him, a small imp sits on his keyboard, and above his head is a thought cloud that answers back, "Once again, no scantily dressed babes, no likes, ya, schmuck!"
Prompt: A bucolic back alley in South Philly filled with potted plants, windows with air conditioners, a large full moon in the sky, A street lamp, and the back of a church at the end of the alleyway.
Prompt: Black-and-white photo of a man in a top coat with a hat escorting a woman in a mink coat into a nightclub. Outside, it is snowing; in the bar it's smoky, a band is playing, and people are milling about. It is late at night somewhere in New York City during the winter of 1947.
Prompt: Black-and-white photo of a man in a top coat with a hat escorting a woman in a mink coat into a nightclub. Outside, it is snowing; in the bar it's smoky, a band is playing, and people are milling about. It is late at night somewhere in New York City during the winter of 1947.
Prompt: Black-and-white photo of a man in a top coat with a hat escorting a woman in a mink coat into a nightclub. Outside, it is snowing; in the bar it's smoky, a band is playing, and people are milling about. It is late at night somewhere in New York City during the winter of 1947.
Prompt: Carrie White, drenched in blood, walks home from her prom down the streets of Chamberlain, Maine, causing a reign of firey destruction with her telekinetic anger.
Prompt: Carrie White, drenched in blood, walks home from her prom down the streets of Chamberlain, Maine, causing a reign of firey destruction with her telekinetic anger.
Prompt: Pleased to meet you, Satan's my name
I can make you sin, I can make you feel pain
I can twist, I can make you seduce me
Wanna do the Watusi?
You can call me Luci
Prompt: Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers; so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasing all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl
My, my baby
Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy
Their skins are so white
And, me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades
Banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that Tilt-A-Whirl down on the south beach drag?
I got on it last night, and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinning, babe
Didn't think I'd ever get off
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Oh, Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk
Ah, with the boss' daughter
I remember, Sandy girl
Na, na, na, na, na, baby
Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night. She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night, she was dressed like a star. In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie?
For tellin' fortunes better than they do?
For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe
You ought to quit this scene too
Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl
My, my, my, my, my baby
Yeah, I promise, Sandy girl
Sha, la, la, la, la, baby
Prompt: Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers; so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasing all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl
My, my baby
Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy
Their skins are so white
And, me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades
Banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that Tilt-A-Whirl down on the south beach drag?
I got on it last night, and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinning, babe
Didn't think I'd ever get off
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Oh, Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk
Ah, with the boss' daughter
I remember, Sandy girl
Na, na, na, na, na, baby
Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night. She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night, she was dressed like a star. In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie?
For tellin' fortunes better than they do?
For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe
You ought to quit this scene too
Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl
My, my, my, my, my baby
Yeah, I promise, Sandy girl
Sha, la, la, la, la, baby
Prompt: Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers; so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasing all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl
My, my baby
Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy
Their skins are so white
And, me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades
Banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that Tilt-A-Whirl down on the south beach drag?
I got on it last night, and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinning, babe
Didn't think I'd ever get off
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Oh, Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk
Ah, with the boss' daughter
I remember, Sandy girl
Na, na, na, na, na, baby
Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night. She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night, she was dressed like a star. In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie?
For tellin' fortunes better than they do?
For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe
You ought to quit this scene too
Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl
My, my, my, my, my baby
Yeah, I promise, Sandy girl
Sha, la, la, la, la, baby
Prompt: Sandy, the fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers; so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasing all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl
My, my baby
Now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy
Their skins are so white
And, me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades
Banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that Tilt-A-Whirl down on the south beach drag?
I got on it last night, and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinning, babe
Didn't think I'd ever get off
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Oh, Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Running, laughing 'neath the boardwalk
Ah, with the boss' daughter
I remember, Sandy girl
Na, na, na, na, na, baby
Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night. She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night, she was dressed like a star. In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie?
For tellin' fortunes better than they do?
For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe
You ought to quit this scene too
Sandy, the Aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl
My, my, my, my, my baby
Yeah, I promise, Sandy girl
Sha, la, la, la, la, baby
Prompt: The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung
I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me
One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees that kisses on the run
I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me
You came to stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you won't go away
But I know what it always has been
It always has been
A transparent dream beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time, I just let it go by
Now I wish it hadn't begun
I saw you
Yes, I saw you
Comin' back to me
Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I've been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone
I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me
Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes, wished on a star?
Was it just something that I made up for fun?
I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me
Prompt: Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night
They blew up his house, too
And on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a hell of a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Well now, they're busin' 'em in from out of state
'Til the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be trouble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City, ooh
Well, now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
I'm goin' out, baby, where the sand's turnin' to gold
I'm goin' down there half, but I'm comin' back whole
'Cause everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
I turned up dead out of luck and strung out on the line
Mister, this hand I've been dealt keeps me comin' up short each time
I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here, it's just winners and losers
And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losin' end
So, honey, last night I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Hey, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Prompt: I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller-skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you got something I need
Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
Try 'em out and see
I've been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I ride my bike, I roller-skate, I don't drive no car
I don't go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive, I've been all around the world
And so people say, I've done alright for a girl
Oh, yeah, yeah
I asked your mother if you were right at home
She said yes, but you weren't alone
Ah, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you got something I need
Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
Try 'em out and see
I've been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
Prompt: He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
Well, he's got him a house on the hill
He plays country records till you've had your fill
He's a fireman's friend he's an all night DJ
But he sure does think different from the records he plays
He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
Well, he don't like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
He's got him a medal he won in the War
It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor
He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
He's been like a father to me
He's the only DJ you can hear after three
I'm an all night musician in a rock and roll band
And why he don't like me I can't understand
He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
Prompt: She's waiting for me
When I get home from work
Oh, but things just ain't the same
She turns out the lights
And cries in the dark
And she won't answer when I call her name
On the stairs I smoke a
Cigarette alone
Mexican kids are shooting
Fireworks below
And hey, baby, it's the Fourth of July
Hey, baby, it's the Fourth of July
She gives me a cheek
When I want her lips
Oh, but I don't have the strength to go
On the lost side of town
In a dark apartment
We gave up trying so long ago
Prompt: My country is gravely ill; until the orange malignancy and all of its cells are removed, this will remain a terminal illness. All the flag-waving means nothing.
Prompt: My country is gravely ill; until the orange malignancy and all of its cells are removed, this will remain a terminal illness. All the flag-waving means nothing.
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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