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: 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: 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 an image of a TV news room and the news reader is a colourful angry gay chicken. He is saying "here is the news. KFC have surrendered to the AGC. A spokesman for KFC is quoted as saying that they will only fry tofu bars from now on." On the screen next to the newsreader is an image of a KFC worker waving a white flag at all the angry gay chickens that have surrounded the store
Prompt: Watercolour masterpiece of a group of colourful angry gay chickens having fun playing with a ball and another one sitting on a bench reading a newspaper looking very angry
Prompt: Watercolour masterpiece of a group of teenage boys having fun playing with a ball and another boy sitting on a bench reading a comic looking very sad
Prompt: Create a whimsical, cinematic scene of a curious humanoid robot discovering the joy of painting for the very first time. The robot stands in a bright, slightly messy artist’s studio, surrounded by canvases, paint tubes, brushes, jars of water and colourful splashes. Its metal hands awkwardly grip a paintbrush, clearly unfamiliar with the delicate movements required. Its first brushstrokes are clumsy and uneven, with vibrant paint accidentally splattered across its metallic fingers, arms and chest.
On the canvas is a surprisingly expressive abstract painting—chaotic at first glance, but gradually revealing a beautiful landscape of colours, light and emotion. The robot pauses halfway through, tilting its head curiously as if trying to understand what it has created.
Capture the pivotal moment when it takes several steps backwards and looks at the finished artwork. Its posture should convey wonder, curiosity and quiet pride despite having no human facial expressions. Reflections of the colourful painting should glow across its polished metal face and body.
Warm sunlight streams through a large studio window, illuminating floating dust particles and making the paint colours feel vibrant and alive. Include subtle humorous details: a paintbrush accidentally stuck behind one robotic ear, colourful fingerprints on the floor, and several failed canvases leaning against the wall.
The overall mood should be heartwarming, playful and inspirational, exploring the idea that creativity isn't about perfection—it's about discovering something new and expressing yourself. Cinematic composition, expressive lighting, detailed metallic textures, rich painterly colours, gentle depth of field, highly detailed fantasy illustration, and a strong sense of storytelling.
Prompt: Create a watercolour of a Scottish wild cat, scottish golden eagle, scottish white tailed sea eagle, a fox, a badger, an osprey, a rabbit, a red deer, a hare, a grouse. They are all having a picnic together on the shore of Loch ness
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
The boy who is Not scared
The same dark visitor returns at night,
a shadow wearing yesterday's fright.
It knocks, unwelcome, on my sleeping door,
the nightmare that has come before.
My heart pounds hard, the images burn,
but morning comes, and I return
to the world where walls hold steady light,
where I am safe from what stalked the night.
An hour passes. Breath by breath,
I gather myself back from that death,
that half-life of the dream's cruel hold.
The fear grows small. I grow more bold.
There's strength in this, the waking knows
it cannot touch me as it shows
its worst while I lie still and deep.
I wake. I live. I claim my sleep.
The nightmare comes, yes. But so do I,
back to myrself, back to what's true.
Not conquered yet, perhaps, but this is real,
I've learned to wake, and learned to heal. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:- a young man and his thoughts of Edinburgh Castle and zoo
The city hums a distant tune,
Beyond the hostel's quiet room,
While early light begins to creep,
And all the weary children sleep.
I see them still—the sudden glow,
The wide-eyed wonder at the zoo,
The echoes of their laughter loud,
A joyful, bright, and drifting cloud.
Then stone and spire, the castle wall,
Where history breathed and shadows fall,
But all the ghosts of ancient kings
Were drowned by what a smile brings.
For one sweet day, the weight was gone,
The heavy heart, the anxious dawn,
The center's noise, the hidden fears,
Dissolved like mist, or vanished tears.
Just teenagers in the golden air,
With nothing left to hold or bear,
No worries trailing in their wake,
Just memories for the soul to take.
I sit here in the morning grey,
And hold the magic of the day;
To see them free, to see them light,
Is all I needed from the night. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:- a young man and his thoughts
The city hums a distant tune,
Beyond the hostel's quiet room,
While early light begins to creep,
And all the weary children sleep.
I see them still—the sudden glow,
The wide-eyed wonder at the zoo,
The echoes of their laughter loud,
A joyful, bright, and drifting cloud.
Then stone and spire, the castle wall,
Where history breathed and shadows fall,
But all the ghosts of ancient kings
Were drowned by what a smile brings.
For one sweet day, the weight was gone,
The heavy heart, the anxious dawn,
The center's noise, the hidden fears,
Dissolved like mist, or vanished tears.
Just teenagers in the golden air,
With nothing left to hold or bear,
No worries trailing in their wake,
Just memories for the soul to take.
I sit here in the morning grey,
And hold the magic of the day;
To see them free, to see them light,
Is all I needed from the night. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
The city hums a distant tune,
Beyond the hostel's quiet room,
While early light begins to creep,
And all the weary children sleep.
I see them still—the sudden glow,
The wide-eyed wonder at the zoo,
The echoes of their laughter loud,
A joyful, bright, and drifting cloud.
Then stone and spire, the castle wall,
Where history breathed and shadows fall,
But all the ghosts of ancient kings
Were drowned by what a smile brings.
For one sweet day, the weight was gone,
The heavy heart, the anxious dawn,
The center's noise, the hidden fears,
Dissolved like mist, or vanished tears.
Just teenagers in the golden air,
With nothing left to hold or bear,
No worries trailing in their wake,
Just memories for the soul to take.
I sit here in the morning grey,
And hold the magic of the day;
To see them free, to see them light,
Is all I needed from the night. No text.
Prompt: Create a watercolour image of a group of teenage boys and girls standing in Edinburgh zoo looking at the penguins Their teachers are pointing at the birds.
Prompt: Create a watercolour image of a group of teenage boys and girls standing in princess street gardens looking up at Edinburgh Castle which it towering over them. Their teachers are pointing at the castle.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Not alone
I woke before the sun could name the hours,
before the world remembered how to be ordinary,
and the dark still clung to my eyelids
like a held breath that wouldn’t go.
In the room, the dream broke apart slowly,
a frightened animal backing away from the light,
and there I was, wide awake,
hearing my own heart
tap out an answer it couldn’t speak in sleep.
Ian took hold of me.
Held close and tight, not as a chain,
but as a boundary the nightmare couldn’t cross,
as if safety had hands,
as if comfort could be steady,
as if being held meant, Im here, Im safe, Im real.
So I lay still, listening,
for the last echo of dread to fade,
for the soft return of morning,
for the quiet that comes after claws release.
And morning came in pieces,
gray on the windows,
bird-sound gathering outside,
My own body remembering
how to rest.
The dream was gone,
but its fear had left a mark,
and still, in the waking,
I was gathered into warmth,
kept company by that simple truth.
I woke, and I was not alone.
Thoughts of a young gay guy. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:- An artistic, long-exposure photograph of the Northern Lights, where the green and purple lights appear as fluid, silk-like curtains draped across the heavens. The mountains are rendered as dark, moody silhouettes against a luminous sky. The reflection in the still water is slightly diffused, creating a dreamlike, painterly effect. The color palette is dominated by deep indigos, electric limes, and royal purples. High contrast, surrealism, atmospheric haze, emphasizing the movement of the lights and the profound stillness of the arctic night.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:- A low-angle shot of a single, small wooden cabin nestled in a vast, snowy tundra under a brilliant polar sky. The cabin is glowing warmly from within, casting a soft amber light onto the surrounding deep snow. Above, the sky is an explosion of iridescent green and purple aurora borealis, weaving through a dense field of shimmering stars. The atmosphere is silent and frozen, with a light dusting of frost on the cabin's roof. Soft focus on the distant, blue-tinted mountains, with the warm glow of the cabin serving as the central focal point. Hyper-realistic, cozy atmosphere, sharp contrast between warm orange and cool violet tones.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:- A wide-angle, cinematic landscape shot of the Aurora Borealis dancing across a midnight sky, with vivid ribbons of neon green and deep amethyst purple swirling in a cosmic spiral. Below, a range of jagged, snow-capped mountain peaks pierces the horizon, their white slopes catching the ethereal glow of the lights. In the foreground, a perfectly still, mirror-like glacial lake reflects the entire scene with crystalline clarity, creating a symmetrical composition of light and ice. High resolution, 8k, ethereal lighting, deep blacks of the starry cosmos contrasting with vibrant neon gases.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
In a world where spires don't pierce the sky,
And no minaret calls the faithful to pray,
Where synagogues stand silent, their scrolls untouched,
And temples lie bare, their idols away.
No cross adorns the hilltops, no church bells chime,
No holy texts dictate the rhythm of life.
Yet in the quiet, a different hymn starts to rise,
A melody born from love, not strife.
It's the laughter of children, the whisper of trees,
The hum of the city, the rustle of leaves.
It's the warmth of a hand, the spark in the eye,
The silent understanding that we're all the same, you and I.
It's the love that binds us, the faith that we share,
Not in gods or prophets, but in the world and its care.
It's the belief in the goodness that's deep within,
The hope that we're all connected, under the same skin.
So let's build our own temples, with love as our guide,
Where kindness is the law, and compassion the tide.
In this world of ours, where no dogma holds sway,
Faith and love are the only rules we obey. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
The boy who is Not scared
The same dark visitor returns at night,
a shadow wearing yesterday's fright.
It knocks, unwelcome, on my sleeping door,
the nightmare that has come before.
My heart pounds hard, the images burn,
but morning comes, and I return
to the world where walls hold steady light,
where I am safe from what stalked the night.
An hour passes. Breath by breath,
I gather myself back from that death,
that half-life of the dream's cruel hold.
The fear grows small. I grow more bold.
There's strength in this, the waking knows
it cannot touch me as it shows
its worst while I lie still and deep.
I wake. I live. I claim my sleep.
The nightmare comes, yes. But so do I,
back to myrself, back to what's true.
Not conquered yet, perhaps, but this is real,
I've learned to wake, and learned to heal. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Heavy heart
The anchor held for far too long,
A heavy chain, a tired song.
I walked the line, I played my part,
While quiet fractures split my heart.
It was no sudden, sharp descent,
No sudden spark, no moment spent
In anger’s heat or fleeting whim,
The light had simply grown too dim.
I stood within a narrowing space,
Searching for a kinder place,
And found that to remain the same
Was only to sustain the flame.
So with a hand that shook with grief,
I sought the silence and relief.
A choice I made, though hard to bear,
To clear the heavy, stagnant air.
I step away from what we knew,
To find a path that's bright and new.
The door is closed, the knot undone,
The long, reluctant race is run.
I wish them peace, I wish them light,
A steady star to guide their night.
May they find roads where they can grow,
And learn the grace of letting go. No text.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
Heavy heart
The anchor held for far too long,
A heavy chain, a tired song.
I walked the line, I played my part,
While quiet fractures split my heart.
It was no sudden, sharp descent,
No sudden spark, no moment spent
In anger’s heat or fleeting whim,
The light had simply grown too dim.
I stood within a narrowing space,
Searching for a kinder place,
And found that to remain the same
Was only to sustain the flame.
So with a hand that shook with grief,
I sought the silence and relief.
A choice I made, though hard to bear,
To clear the heavy, stagnant air.
I step away from what we knew,
To find a path that's bright and new.
The door is closed, the knot undone,
The long, reluctant race is run.
I wish them peace, I wish them light,
A steady star to guide their night.
May they find roads where they can grow,
And learn the grace of letting go. No text.
Prompt: Create a watercolour of a Scottish Highland cottage and outside are two young men wearing shorts and tshirts arm in arm smiling as they watch red deer passing.
Prompt: Create an image from the following:-
THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF WIRECLUB
Where friendships are free… but the drama is priceless!
Come gather around, come log yourself in,
Where friendship and chaos are ready to begin!
There’s bingo and poker, there’s keno and slots,
And probably arguments in several chat spots!
Prompt: Create a watercolour of the following:-
The hallways are a river, a rushing, roaring tide,
And he is just a pebble, with nowhere left to hide.
He wears a mask of silence, a practiced, steady gaze,
While drifting through the static of these suffocating days.
Inside, the walls are shaking; inside, the sirens wail,
A frantic, ghost white panic, a spirit thin and frail.
He is screaming in the cellar of a mind that's locked and tight,
A desperate, jagged pleading in the middle of the night.
Someone help me find the exit, someone pull me from the deep,
But the secrets are the only things he's learned how to keep.
The words are heavy stones that settle deep within his chest,
A heart that beats like thunder, that never finds its rest.
He looks at every passing face, the teachers and the peers,
But the bridge between them vanishes beneath a flood of fears.
What if the truth is monstrous? What if the light is too bright?
What if he speaks the darkness and it swallows up the light?
He reaches for a handle, then pulls his hand away,
The courage is a flicker that dissolves into the gray.
He doesn't know the language for the hollow in his soul,
Or how to tell a stranger that he's lost all self-control.
So he smiles when they ask him, and he says that he is fine,
Walking a narrow tightrope, a thin and trembling line.
While the boy inside the silence, in the echo of the shell,
Is still screaming for a rescue from his own private hell. No text
Prompt: Create a watercolour of the following:-
Inside his mind, a siren cried,
“Someone help me,” night and day,
but every word stayed locked behind
the fear that took his voice away.
He wore a smile like borrowed clothes,
kept quiet in the crowded hall,
no one could see the heavy weight
he carried underneath it all.
He didn’t know which door to knock,
or who would listen, who would stay.
He feared the questions, feared the truth,
feared everything he might not say.
So in the dark, he held his breath
and whispered where no one could hear,
“Someone help. Please someone help.”
The words dissolved into his fear.
But morning found him by the glass,
a trembling hand against the light.
And though he couldn’t name the pain,
he wrote one sentence down that night,
“I’m not okay. I need you here.”
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t clear.
But someone saw the little line,
and stayed until the words could shine. No text
Prompt: Create a watercolour image of a flying whale. high up in the sky above the city of aberdeen scotland is a large whale, it looks like it is heading to the moon with a lot of flying fish following as they pass the international space station and the hubble telescope. the whale looks very happy as it flies
Prompt: Create a watercolour image of a flying whale. high up in the sky above the city of aberdeen scotland is a large whale, it looks like it is heading to the moon with a lot of flying fish following as they pass the international space station and the hubble telescope. the whale looks very happy as it flies
Prompt: Create a cinematic, ultra-detailed night landscape beneath a vivid aurora borealis, with ribbons of emerald green, turquoise, violet, and soft magenta light dancing across a deep, star-filled sky. Show the aurora stretching from horizon to horizon, with delicate shimmering curtains and subtle reflections of color in the atmosphere.
In the foreground, place a perfectly still alpine lake that mirrors the sky, stars, mountains, and aurora with glass-like clarity. Surround the lake with snow-covered mountains, their sharp peaks glowing faintly beneath the colored light. Add a small, isolated wooden cabin near the shoreline, almost entirely surrounded by snow, with one warm golden window and a thin curl of smoke rising from its chimney. A narrow path of soft footprints should lead from the cabin toward the lake.
Use a balanced composition with the cabin positioned slightly off-center, the mountains framing the scene, and the reflection creating strong vertical symmetry. Include realistic snow textures, subtle moonlight on the slopes, atmospheric mist above the water, crisp stars, natural aurora illumination, and gentle ripples near the shoreline. The mood should feel peaceful, magical, remote, and awe-inspiring. Render it as a highly realistic cinematic landscape photograph with HDR lighting, rich but natural colors, sharp foreground details, soft atmospheric depth, and a wide-angle perspective. Avoid people, city lights, buildings other than the single cabin, text, logos, and excessive saturation.
Prompt: Create a silly advert from the following
ARE YOU A HEARTLESS HUSK?
Do you find yourself yawning while your spouse describes their dream about a giant hamster? Do you see a fluffy kitten in a cardboard box and think, "That looks like a potential tripping hazard"? Is your emotional range currently limited to "mildly annoyed" and "hungry"?
INTRODUCING: HEART-THROB HOOZAMOO!
The world’s first patented, semi-stable, glitter-infused elixir designed to jumpstart your shriveled little pea of a heart! One sip of Heart-Throb Hoozamoo and you won't just "care"—you'll care too much.
EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC:
Extreme Empathy: Suddenly feel the existential dread of a lonely garden gnome!
Aggressive Affection: You'll be tempted to hug the mailman, the tax auditor, and possibly a very confused cactus!
Hyper-Compassion: Spend four hours writing a handwritten apology letter to the toaster for "not appreciating its commitment to browning."
WARNINGS & SIDE EFFECTS:
May cause spontaneous weeping during insurance commercials, an uncontrollable urge to adopt every stray pigeon in the city, and "Love-Lungs" (a condition where you breathe in sparkles and exhale tiny floating hearts).
SPECIAL OFFER!
Order now and we’ll throw in a bottle of "Chill-Out Chutney" for free—because eventually, you're going to need to stop crying over a broken pencil and actually go to sleep.
HEART-THROB HOOZAMOO: Because being a jerk is exhausting, and hugging is warmer!
Prompt: An anthropomorphic white cockapoo dog portrait in the whimsical oil painting style of Alison Friend. A dapper hound dog wearing a black formal coat and a bright orange bow tie is sitting comically on a pink cushion in a folding lawn chair. He is holding a small cocktail glass in one paw and leaning on a wooden cane with the other. The setting is a sun-dappled grassy meadow with soft-focus trees in the background. A flock of quirky, curious grey pigeons surrounds him on the grass. Soft, warm lighting, classical oil impasto texture, playful and humorous mood, fine art print style.
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.
