Prompt: A sculpture of a golem built of fence material, stones falling out of its mouth, in a room with screens showing images of the sky, in the style of Nam June Paik
Prompt: White clouds and a beautiful winter landscape, with a meandering river, hills and birch trees, by Jacek Yerka. beautiful, high definition, extremely detailed, hyperrealistic acrylic painting, vibrant colours
Prompt: Fantasy houses, Catherine Abel style, fantasy oil on canvas beautiful high detail ultra detailed crisp quality colourful disney Jacek Yerka Guido Borelli da Caluso Alex Alemany
Prompt: Rottweiler puppies playing under a Christmas tree, Thomas Kinkade, Cute, Lisa Franks, Ultra detailed, Oil on Canvas Hyper realistic, 4K, ArtStation Trending, bokeh, natural lighting, canon lens, shot on dslr 64 megapixels sharp focus
Prompt: A sculpture of a can that stores light in itself with twelve keys suspended around it, in the style of Marcel Broodthaers, in a room with high walls and dignified colors. The feelings are drive, fatigue and heaviness.
Prompt: One day, a young man wondered
whether he could see into the future.
This question made him realize
what can be called the future.
It is what is yet to happen.
How can it be that he sees it?
If he does not even know exactly
how longʼ he will stay alive.
We only know what happened.
The future is for dreaming.
Prompt: Thanks earlier to the notice
I smelled his inhuman flag.
Each following word went from one ear through the other,
because the conversation began already without polite salutation.
A torrent of speech followed by the rain of saliva.
Intoxicated heads behave like planets,
everything revolves around them and they revolve around themselves.
A reason why one falls into the intoxication so easily.
Prompt: Driven by rage and desire
he wipes the tears from her cheeks.
She does not surrender as planned,
when he hugs her even tighter.
Frightening power comes up in him.
He still hesitates and lets her go.
Two battered figures face each other.
The looks say every word.
Now everything seems already lost and over.
Broken in that place.
Prompt: "No. It is not over, that wouldʼ be too soon. We were happy."
he thinks to himself.
He goes in for a kiss. She turns away.
Frustration rises. He pulls her close to him.
She screams loudly and bites his shoulder.
He loosens his grip. She pushes him away.
He knows he is to blame.
The door slams shut. You can hear the neighbor calling for a moment.
He lowers his head and whimpers softly to the sound of the stairs.
Prompt: I open my eyes, everything is black. I feel that I am lying in bed. Slowly I see blurred images. As I struggle to get up, the slatted frame under the mattress creaks and a slight shiver runs through my body. In the few rays of light that have found their way into my room room, you can see fine dust floating. My lungs itch as I breathe. I never smoked, but since the end of the war my day has consisted of stuffing pipe bowls and the garden.
Prompt: When we learned that my older brothers would not be coming home, mother was never the same. would be coming back home, mother was not the same. I was the last one left. Already in early years, I was plagued by epilepsy and perceptual disorders, therefore I was declared I was declared unfit for combat and because of my wealthy parental home I did not have to serve the country. Mother died two years after the end of the war.
Prompt: When she stopped breathing in her sleep, with her last breath, her suffering spilled over to father. Because of my daily lapses, I could never be of much help to my family, and not even when I was alone with father. I don't leave the house often. It is too dangerous if I have a seizure on the open road, unaccompanied, without an escort. When father was still alive, I occasionally accompanied him to the weekly market.
Prompt: After mother's death, father sat most of the time in his library and did not want to be disturbed by anyone. When, after not seeing him for five days, I smelled an musty smell from the hallway to the library, I knew that I was now alone. I got the full inheritance: a two-story house with a garden, Mother's jewelry box, Father's gold treasures from his expeditions to the Orient, and a paid-off maid.
Prompt: I sit up with a groan, try to get my bearings, rub my eyes and blindly open my bedside drawer. I reach into the void. I look with strained gaze in the direction of the windowsill. I thought to myself that I had left my pipe there, because even though I live alone in my parents' house, I still smoke secretly at the open window in the evening. In the past, father didn't want me to smoke in the house.
Prompt: At such moments I no longer feel alone anymore. I walk slowly toward the window sill, take my remarkably light tobacco tin and lean against the window frame. With the last remnant of crumbly tobacco I stuff my pipe bowl and cast a furtive glance at the rising sun.
Prompt: A giant marked by doubt stands at the steps of fate followed by a blue sharp of long-limbed apes hunting for souls. painted in the style of william blake, with vibrant colors.
Prompt: A three day walk in the mud and dirt. The morning dew reflects the sun in bright colors. Nine soldiers set out for their next life, each day anew. Painted in the style of Jack Freeman mixed with the style of Willem de Kooning
Prompt: Tall trees without leaves. The tears fall, the sky cries. Under the protection of yellow branches lies a hunter. The blood drips, the wounds gape. The smell of plucked fur reminds of his encounter with the cold-blooded beast of hell. He closes his eyes, the world becomes cold. In the style of Sergio Leone movies.
Prompt: A lonely man with a big hat with long feathers comes to a huge metropolis. He doesn't fit in time or space, but he is content and happy. Smoking a pipe and swaggering around while reading a newspaper. As a photograph in the style of Richard Sandler
Prompt: A salt field with a treehouse in the background, reminiscent of Scandinavian country settings. The trees and countryside provide a peaceful contrast to the rock salt production area in the foreground. This image can be used as a snapshot of a transcendent moment or as a simple backdrop for travel or nature photos.
Prompt: A bright child with piercing eyes on a hill with trees behind the sunlight was the first thing that came to mind.
A few months later, I got a letter. A letter from a lawyer. He was asking if I might be able to visit the prison. His office was in the same building as the one we grew up in.
Prompt: These beings were a bit more like the moths that had been seen in the sky. Their eyes were like tiny, round, red, glass balls, that seemed almost to float in midair, like they were floating on the ceiling. Painted in the style of Florent Stosskopf but as a sculpture.
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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