Prompt: Satirical cartoon. A transvestite with long gingerish hair wearing a black, gold and pink dress is holding a placard that says "DON'T CENSOR SATIRE!" while talking to a giant AI black box with the label "DDG" printed in grey.
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. A commercial fishing operation in the Hauraki Gulf, Auckland. They're bottom-trawling the ocean.
The ship's captain has a speech bubble: "WE'LL GET TO THE BOTTOM OF IT."
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. Crude line drawings. A thin, naked man covering himself while a bunch of floating cameras are filming him. In the vein of the Red Bull commercials in New Zealand.
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. Bright, peppy style to undercut the darkness of the scene. A bunch of subsistence farmers and hunters and other backwards, primitive people are fighting each other for food and there's blood draining in the streets.
Above them are dozens of people in self-contained bubbles that have meals and screens and comfortable chairs.
One of the people watching the bubbles has a speech bubble: "FUCKING PRIVILEGE BUBBLES! GET DOWN IN THE MUD WITH THE REST OF US!"
Prompt: Build a highly detailed fantasy of a seaside Italian village with lush olive trees painted in a post-impressionist style. There are some dotted figures walking to a small pesto sauce factory in the distance.
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. Create a bunch of caricatures of internationally well-known New Zealanders. Jonah Lomu, Edmund Hillary, Jacinda Ardern, Kiri te Kanawa. One of them has a speech bubble: "SHIPWRECKED ON ISLANDS IN THE SOUTH WEST PACIFIC."
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. Medieval tapestry style: a duel between a short, tomboyish woman with dark hair duelling a man in a blue suit of armour with an egg for a head. Their swords are clashing.
Prompt: Comic book art. Striking, distinctive, vaguely futuristic. A short, dark-haired young woman wearing an off-white hemp poncho with green, purple and black lining is leading an army of eco activists down the road in a small city in New Zealand.
The activists are dressed in camo, and some appear to be holding rifles.
Prompt: An unlikely couple in a beautiful fantasy setting. A tall, elfin man wearing a long orange and pink dress and a short hobbit woman in royal green riding pants are walking down a long pathway.
Prompt: Concept art for an opera. A bedroom in a harem during the night in Islamic Persia. Two women are sleeping in a bed together.
A third person, a King, is picking up one of the women's robes that are strewn on the floor.
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. Māori art style. A caricature of King Charles III is meeting the Māori Queen: a young, voluptuous woman.
The Māori Queen has a speech bubble: "WE DON'T NEED YOU, FALSE PROPHET!"
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. A young woman in a grey tracksuit is sitting in a holding room in a mental hospital. There's a spare bed, a window throwing down shafts of light, but it's otherwise drab and empty.
There's a ghost of a man with an egg for a head and a man with a coconut for a head. One of the ghosts has a speech bubble: "LIVING RENT-FREE IN YOUR HEAD, YOUNG LADY"
Prompt: Create a rendering of this poem, called the realm of darkness, that has a mix of symbolist art and Māori and Polynesian patterns.
I thought of death
As I lay dying,
Trying desperately
To cling to her.
That
vibrant
ray
of new hope:
emerging
then
fading.
In: the darkness.
All shelters over;
All goodbyes unsaid.
Out: dawn, light.
Sprinkles of sand.
Fragments of snow.
Each hour is tedious,
Until you know
it’s your last…
A kaleidoscopic flash,
slides from an
ancient projector
flashing
inside
your retinas.
The moment’s
magic, never to
be seen again
by this
particular lifeform,
this ‘one,’
this part of
brahman
again.
A passive act.
Fundamental
and tragic.
Valiant effort;
bygone days;
bygone ways.
Each
fragmentary
being
has a pākata
of these.
They are the shape
of our memories.
Our dwindling
moments.
…
Then, hine-nui-te-pō
comes; she swims
from the darkness
to consume this
fragment:
now is
the hour.
…
One
gasp
remains.
One
final
breath.
my last,
dying,
seconds.
All options
exhausted.
We
finally
cease.
Our emotions:
we die as if
they’re true.
We relinquish them
And are born anew.
Prompt: Satirical cartoon. A Scrooge McDuck-style money pit, with a bunch of bank directors in the form of pigs scrounging around.
One of these fat pigs has a squinty look with a large nose. He has a speech bubble: "WE'RE GOING TO NEED A BIGGER PIT!"
I'm a writer, musician and filmmaker. I use the Deep Dream Generator engine to produce rotoscope animations at the moment, plus a comic strip, and many of the images were used in a documentary about cannabis and New Zealand.
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.
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You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
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