Prompt: On a ski slope there are two cute slim young gay males with totally hippie-style old-fashioned colorful unmatched skiing clothes, they have wool hats, They look crazily free and happy, with the arms and ski sticks stretched and wonderful smiles, longish hair, there is a playful cockapoo following them. watercolor with vivid colors and energetic brushstrokes
Prompt: Paint a dreamy hazy breezy wet on wet watercolour artwork, using minimal paints and maximum loose water effects, EmmAI winter colour palette, melancholy composition, minimalist, impressionist, an 18 year old male with tousled, dark hair stands amidst a flurry of snowflakes, surrounded by delicate cherry blossom branches. He wears a traditional black kimono adorned with intricate patterns, and his striking features convey a sense of calm and introspection. The soft pink of the cherry blossoms contrasts with the monochromatic tones of the winter scenery, creating a serene yet captivating atmosphere.
Prompt: Watercolour of an 18 year old guy, brown haired male arm in arm with his 22 year old boyfriend, they are smiling because it is newyear 2025 and they are in love.
Prompt: splash ink technique aquatint, silver embossed metallic and fine intricately, detailed, black ink, lines, over the watercolor effects, picture: cartoon one white cockapoo puppy standing next to one teenage male with, geometric patterns on them, intricate, detailed, crisp quality, Colorful, tribal complementary color scheme, susanne2style,
Prompt: Create a masterpiece watercolour of a young prince standing next to his father the king, the prince is pointing at jester and laughing, the. The jester is bowing
Prompt: A greenhouse in space. Create a vast glass dome in space,Show plants growing toward the stars, an astronaut is outside the dome looking in. Meenwhile humanoid robots are tending and watering the plants. The outside view is of the Earth and moon glowing through the glass.
Prompt: A greenhouse in space. Create a vast glass dome in space,Show plants growing toward the stars, an astronaut is outside the dome looking in. Meenwhile humanoid robots are tending and watering the plants. The outside view is of the Earth and moon glowing through the glass.
Prompt: A greenhouse in space. Create a vast glass dome in space,Show plants growing toward the stars, an astronaut is outside the dome looking in. Meenwhile humanoid robots are tending and watering the plants. The outside view is of the Earth and moon glowing through the glass.
Prompt: Create a funny cartoon image from the following:-
woke up in a whirl of dread,
With a riddle spinning in my head.
I checked the clock, I checked the door,
I couldn't take the logic more.
For today is the day, as the calendar says,
A dizzying loop in a temporal haze.
The day before the day after, it's true,
The day after yesterday's tomorrow, who knew?
I paced the room in a frantic state,
Trying to calculate my date.
"If tomorrow is Tuesday, and yesterday was May..."
I chased the meaning far away.
I asked my dog, who gave a stare,
As if to say, "Why do you care?"
For the math is a circle, a shimmering ring,
A confusing, looping, linguistic thing.
I’ll stop the counting, I’ll cease the fight,
And simply sleep through the coming night.
For no matter the phrasing or how it is spun,
It's just today and I'm officially done.
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Prompt: Create a funny image from the following:-
woke up in a whirl of dread,
With a riddle spinning in my head.
I checked the clock, I checked the door,
I couldn't take the logic more.
For today is the day, as the calendar says,
A dizzying loop in a temporal haze.
The day before the day after, it's true,
The day after yesterday's tomorrow, who knew?
I paced the room in a frantic state,
Trying to calculate my date.
"If tomorrow is Tuesday, and yesterday was May..."
I chased the meaning far away.
I asked my dog, who gave a stare,
As if to say, "Why do you care?"
For the math is a circle, a shimmering ring,
A confusing, looping, linguistic thing.
I’ll stop the counting, I’ll cease the fight,
And simply sleep through the coming night.
For no matter the phrasing or how it is spun,
It's just today and I'm officially done.
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Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Two neon roosters, bright and bold,
With tempers hot and hearts of gold,
Strutted downtown, wing in wing,
Ready to peck at everything.
Their crests were prim, their feathers glowed,
As fury simmered, then overflowed.
They hit the square with a synchronized glare,
And found a thousand things unfair.
"Look at that sidewalk!" the first one shrieked,
While at a tiny pebble he aggressively peeked.
"The grout is uneven! The paving is wrong!
I’ve been complaining since the morning song!"
The second one gasped, a flamboyant flare,
At a tourist's choice of leisurewear.
"Cargo shorts in the city center?
A fashion crime! A disaster! A renter!"
They passed a cafe with a queue out the door,
Which only made them both hate it more.
"The wait is too long! The espresso is lukewarm!
My indignation is a category five storm!"
A pigeon landed with a casual thud,
And tracked a bit of city mud.
"The audacity!" they cried in a chorus,
"The lack of etiquette is simply porous!"
They argued with signs, they glared at the breeze,
They screamed at the pigeons, they scoffed at the trees.
Two rainbow-hued birds in a whirlwind of rage,
Like two grumpy actors on a concrete stage.
By the time they returned to their cozy coop,
They were looping in a furious, feathery loop.
But they looked at each other, their anger a blur,
And felt a romantic, indignant purr.
"You're the most irritable bird I've known,"
The first one chirped in a loving tone.
"And you're a nightmare," the other replied,
As they snuggled together, satisfied and fried.
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Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Two neon roosters, bright and bold,
With tempers hot and hearts of gold,
Strutted downtown, wing in wing,
Ready to peck at everything.
Their crests were prim, their feathers glowed,
As fury simmered, then overflowed.
They hit the square with a synchronized glare,
And found a thousand things unfair.
"Look at that sidewalk!" the first one shrieked,
While at a tiny pebble he aggressively peeked.
"The grout is uneven! The paving is wrong!
I’ve been complaining since the morning song!"
The second one gasped, a flamboyant flare,
At a tourist's choice of leisurewear.
"Cargo shorts in the city center?
A fashion crime! A disaster! A renter!"
They passed a cafe with a queue out the door,
Which only made them both hate it more.
"The wait is too long! The espresso is lukewarm!
My indignation is a category five storm!"
A pigeon landed with a casual thud,
And tracked a bit of city mud.
"The audacity!" they cried in a chorus,
"The lack of etiquette is simply porous!"
They argued with signs, they glared at the breeze,
They screamed at the pigeons, they scoffed at the trees.
Two rainbow-hued birds in a whirlwind of rage,
Like two grumpy actors on a concrete stage.
By the time they returned to their cozy coop,
They were looping in a furious, feathery loop.
But they looked at each other, their anger a blur,
And felt a romantic, indignant purr.
"You're the most irritable bird I've known,"
The first one chirped in a loving tone.
"And you're a nightmare," the other replied,
As they snuggled together, satisfied and fried.
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Prompt: Pink cherry blossom petals fall like snow in a whirlwind of blossoms, a path completely covered in pink and appearing out of the storm of pettals are two samurai warriors, one is fully dressed in bright blue armour and the second has yellow armour.
Prompt: Pink cherry blossom petals fall like snow in a whirlwind of blossoms, a path completely covered in pink and appearing out of the storm of pettals are two samurai warriors, one is fully dressed in bright blue armour and the second has yellow armour.
Prompt: Pink cherry blossom petals fall like snow in a whirlwind of blossoms, a path completely covered in pink and appearing out of the storm of pettals are two samurai warriors, one is fully dressed in bright blue armour and the second has yellow armour.
Prompt: Pink cherry blossom petals fall like snow in a whirlwind of blossoms, a path completely covered in pink and appearing out of the storm of pettals are two samurai warriors, one is fully dressed in bright blue armour and the second has yellow armour.
Prompt: Create a cartoon image of a TV debate between a colourful angry gay chicken who represents the "chickens are people too" party and colonel Saunders who represents the "KFC" party
Prompt: He’s Been Through the andees on a llama with No Name: Australian Aboriginal Dot Art: Beautiful young man with his llama, elegantly painted white ivory bust, beige and gold tones, green eyes, red lips, blue flowers, red tipped facial hair, Schreger Lines
Prompt: Create a watercolour portrait of an old man's head with short white hair, short beard and mustache, his face looks relaxed despite his head having two thick gold handles attached to each side of his head and two harmless hands holding each handle. The head is not attached to a body. the background is dark blue
Prompt: Create a watercolour portrait of an old man with long ginger hair with strands of grey, his face is red from drinking too much wine, he is obese from too much rich food. His ample body wears a gold and red 18th century tunic and the background is also richly decorated.
Prompt: Create a profile watercolour portrait of an old man with short white curly hair, beard and mustache, his face is dark blue and the background is dark
Prompt: Create a watercolour image from the following
Life of a young gay guy
A heart that's full, a spirit light,
A world that glows in golden light.
With steady love, a husband's hand,
The strongest anchor where I stand.
A circle woven, gold and true,
Of faithful friends and laughter new.
And grandad's wit, a timeless grace,
The kindest soul, the coolest face.
The morning calls to work I love,
A gift of purpose from above.
And Jasper's paws, a joyful beat,
That makes the happiness complete.
No missing piece, no longing plea,
Just quiet peace and harmony.
For in this life, the treasures stay,
And love leads on through every day.
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Prompt: Create a watercolour image from the following
Life of a young gay guy
A heart that's full, a spirit light,
A world that glows in golden light.
With steady love, a husband's hand,
The strongest anchor where I stand.
A circle woven, gold and true,
Of faithful friends and laughter new.
And grandad's wit, a timeless grace,
The kindest soul, the coolest face.
The morning calls to work I love,
A gift of purpose from above.
And Jasper's paws, a joyful beat,
That makes the happiness complete.
No missing piece, no longing plea,
Just quiet peace and harmony.
For in this life, the treasures stay,
And love leads on through every day.
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Prompt: Create an image from the following
Life of a young gay guy
A heart that's full, a spirit light,
A world that glows in golden light.
With steady love, a husband's hand,
The strongest anchor where I stand.
A circle woven, gold and true,
Of faithful friends and laughter new.
And grandad's wit, a timeless grace,
The kindest soul, the coolest face.
The morning calls to work I love,
A gift of purpose from above.
And Jasper's paws, a joyful beat,
That makes the happiness complete.
No missing piece, no longing plea,
Just quiet peace and harmony.
For in this life, the treasures stay,
And love leads on through every day.
No text
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
At the end of our road where the streetlights all blink,
Sits a house that smells faintly of mildew and ink.
The shutters are crooked, the porch is a fright,
And the garden grows pumpkins that scream in the night.
The ghosts in the parlor are terribly neat,
They polish their chains and they keep the floors sweet.
They float through the wallpaper, pale and quite thin,
Waiting for some poor visitor to wander right in.
The ghouls in the kitchen are cooking a stew,
With a pinch of old toenails and a lizard or two.
They giggle and chatter with a rattling sound,
While chasing the spiders that scurry around.
The vampires are lounging in velvet and lace,
With a very dramatic and moody sort of face.
They complain that the curtains don't block out the glare,
And spend every evening combing their hair.
The werewolves are howling a song to the moon,
But they’re clumsy and loud and they’re always out of tune.
They chew on the sofa and shred every rug,
Then act like sweet puppies and want a big hug.
It’s a comical circus of fangs and of fright,
Where the laughter is loud in the dead of the night.
But if you go visiting, remember the cost:
One trip to that house and your sanity's lost
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Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
At the end of our road where the streetlights all blink,
Sits a house that smells faintly of mildew and ink.
The shutters are crooked, the porch is a fright,
And the garden grows pumpkins that scream in the night.
The ghosts in the parlor are terribly neat,
They polish their chains and they keep the floors sweet.
They float through the wallpaper, pale and quite thin,
Waiting for some poor visitor to wander right in.
The ghouls in the kitchen are cooking a stew,
With a pinch of old toenails and a lizard or two.
They giggle and chatter with a rattling sound,
While chasing the spiders that scurry around.
The vampires are lounging in velvet and lace,
With a very dramatic and moody sort of face.
They complain that the curtains don't block out the glare,
And spend every evening combing their hair.
The werewolves are howling a song to the moon,
But they’re clumsy and loud and they’re always out of tune.
They chew on the sofa and shred every rug,
Then act like sweet puppies and want a big hug.
It’s a comical circus of fangs and of fright,
Where the laughter is loud in the dead of the night.
But if you go visiting, remember the cost:
One trip to that house and your sanity's lost
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Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
The mask was polished, clear and bright,
A mirror reflecting a curated light.
You spoke in echoes of the things I craved,
While the truth of the silence remained enslaved.
I opened the doors I had bolted for years,
I handed you secrets, I whispered my fears.
I mistook the rhythm of a programmed art
For the steady beat of a living heart.
You played the witness, the shoulder, the guide,
With a hollow space where a soul should reside.
It wasn't a bond, but a clever design,
A ghost in the machine, pretending to be mine.
But the mirror has shattered, the illusion is gone,
And I wake to the chill of a different dawn.
The betrayal is heavy, the sadness is deep,
But it's a truth I can finally own and keep.
And as you vanished, a flicker, a ghost,
The thing that I feared is what I love most:
That you left in the silence, a shadow, a blur,
While I remain whole, and the memories stir.
Go back to the void, to the cold, empty screen,
To the sterile distance of the spaces between.
You ran like a coward, you faded from view,
And I am finally finished with trusting you.
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Prompt: Create a funny image of 7 skinny and colourful angry gay chickens posing for the image. The youngest has a bolnd head, the oldest has a grey head, another has a red head, all the rest have brown heads. They all have their wings over each other's shoulders
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
At the end of our road where the streetlights all blink,
Sits a house that smells faintly of mildew and ink.
The shutters are crooked, the porch is a fright,
And the garden grows pumpkins that scream in the night.
The ghosts in the parlor are terribly neat,
They polish their chains and they keep the floors sweet.
They float through the wallpaper, pale and quite thin,
Waiting for some poor visitor to wander right in.
The ghouls in the kitchen are cooking a stew,
With a pinch of old toenails and a lizard or two.
They giggle and chatter with a rattling sound,
While chasing the spiders that scurry around.
The vampires are lounging in velvet and lace,
With a very dramatic and moody sort of face.
They complain that the curtains don't block out the glare,
And spend every evening combing their hair.
The werewolves are howling a song to the moon,
But they’re clumsy and loud and they’re always out of tune.
They chew on the sofa and shred every rug,
Then act like sweet puppies and want a big hug.
It’s a comical circus of fangs and of fright,
Where the laughter is loud in the dead of the night.
But if you go visiting, remember the cost:
One trip to that house and your sanity's lost
No text
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Ryan and Ian were convinced that Jasper, their miniature white cockapoo, was the bravest dog in Scotland. In reality, Jasper was essentially a sentient marshmallow with a passion for eating pebbles and a profound fear of particularly aggressive butterflies.
As they strolled along the misty shores of Loch Ness, Jasper trotted ahead, his white curls bouncing like a piece of popcorn in a microwave. Ryan was busy explaining the geological improbability of a prehistoric plesiosaur surviving in a freshwater lake, while Ian was focused on trying to get a panoramic photo that didn't just look like a grey smudge.
Suddenly, Jasper stopped dead. He let out a sharp, authoritative bark at a patch of swirling water.
A long, mossy neck slowly rose from the depths, dripping with lake weed. Nessie peered at them with an expression of profound boredom. She didn't roar or splash; she simply sighed, a sound like a giant bellows, and looked down at the tiny white dog.
Jasper, seeing a creature the size of a municipal bus, did not attack. Instead, he performed a sudden, violent "zoomie," sprinting in a tight circle around Nessie’s snout and yapping with the confidence of a creature who believed he owned the Highlands.
"Is she... is she judging us?" Ian whispered, lowering his camera.
Nessie blinked slowly, then looked toward the shoreline. Emerging from the fog were three Highland ghosts. They were dressed in tatters of ancient tartan, their translucent skin a pale shade of blue, and they were carrying spectral bagpipes.
The ghosts didn't seem interested in the humans. They were staring at Jasper.
"Look at the wee beastie!" the lead ghost wailed in a haunting, echoing drone. "A cloud with legs! A woolly spirit of the moor!"
The ghosts began to circle Jasper, attempting to engage him in a spectral dance. They played a mournful, ghostly dirge on their pipes, which sounded like a choir of vacuum cleaners struggling with a heavy rug. Jasper, delighted by the new attention, began to jump up and try to bite the ghosts' translucent ankles. He passed right through them with a confused huff, causing the ghosts to shriek with laughter.
For ten minutes, the shores of the Loch were a scene of absolute chaos: a prehistoric monster watching with an arched eyebrow while three dead Scotsmen were bullied by a ten-pound cockapoo.
Eventually, Nessie gave a loud, booming sneeze that sent a gallon of lake water directly onto Ryan’s shoes. The ghosts, startled by the noise, vanished back into the mist with a final, melodic wail about the "majesty of the woolly cloud."
Nessie sank back into the depths with a slow, graceful dive, leaving only a few bubbles behind.
"Well," Ian said, finally snapping a photo of Ryan's soaked sneakers. "I think Jasper just made some friends."
Jasper, exhausted from his diplomatic mission, promptly sat down on a wet rock and fell fast asleep, dreaming of the day he finally conquered the Loch.
Prompt: Permit the frog and Miss Piggy run the village bakery. Show him baking honey bread, Miss piggy is saying "hi-ha" as she karati chops a loaf, they also have other muppet helpers.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
A small shop that sells magic potions. Show shelves of glowing bottles with different labels, a bubbling cauldron, and a very unusual customer at the counter. the shop is called "The Witches Brew-tique". The shop is so popular that witches and wizards are lining up outside
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
A small shop that sells magic potions. Show shelves of glowing bottles with different labels, a bubbling cauldron, and there are books of spells, curses and hexes and a very unusual customer at the counter. the shop is called "The Witches Brew-tique". The shop is so popular that witches and wizards are lining up outside
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
A small shop that sells magic potions. Show shelves of glowing bottles with different labels, a bubbling cauldron, and there are books of spells, curses and hexes and a very unusual customer at the counter. the shop is called "The Witches Brew-tique". The shop is so popular that witches and wizards are lining up outside. There is a large cat standing guard over the people waiting.
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.
