Prompt: Sitting complaining in a public bus.
To your small circle of friends.
You know you are a star.
You don′t like the governments.
You say that it's too right.
You getting drunk.
And it′s late at night.
Just an old hippie.
A bitter hippie
A sleepy hippie.
Getting old
Talk about piece and glory
Full of hate
You haven't got a job
Nothing regular
It's too late
You are going to be a poet
But now it′s in the past
How long can your attitude last
You′re just an old hippie
A bitter hippie
A sleepy hippie
Getting old
Prompt: Beautiful Woman sitting on a wooden chair and holding a sun in her hands. Ugly, golden insects flying around her chair. The transparent wallpaper begins to wabble and letting imagine the landscape beyond the walls.
Prompt: oceanic free jazz band with members: Salmon on guitar, Octopus on drums, shark on microphone, Eel on bass, Puffer fish on trumpets, pike on keyboard. live on shell stage, bubble light show. Seahorse dancers.
Prompt: Freak Astraire and Ginger Alestairs as Teletubbies as Rick and Morty. Against the most possible disgusting aliens of the 9th universe trognok. Wearing wooden zebra suits. Performing Step Dance.
Prompt: Barbapapa as Ming the Merciless as teeth and eyeballs and long tongues as highways. Against the most possible disgusting aliens of the 13th universe humpabumpa.
Prompt: Little by little the night turns around. Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn. Lotuses lean on each other in yearning. Under the eaves the swallow is resting. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Over the mountain watching the watcher. Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine. One inch of love is one inch of shadow. Love is the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Witness the man who raves at the wall. Making the shape of his question to heaven.. Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Prompt: 1960s young insane Americsn girl wearing chipsskin dress running on the beach.macro linear hairstyle. Sleepy clouds in mustard sauce. full body. Orange Marmalade. troubled ocean. „Mars Attacks“ style.
Prompt: A portrait of a female figure with exaggerated, fantastical features. She has a fair porcelain-like complexion and striking blue eyes with small, dilated pupils. Her lips are full and colored a soft rose hue, and she has a straight, delicate nose. Her facial features are symmetrical with high cheekbones and a soft jawline.
Her voluminous and intricately styled hair flows around her in thick, curling tendrils, colored in shades of deep brown and highlighted with a golden hue, giving off the appearance of sculpted waves. The hair is adorned with a mystical, ocean-themed accessory resembling a brooch, incorporating a teal egg-shaped gem encircled by metallic, wing-like forms that resemble the fins of a creature, possibly a fantasy interpretation of a sea creature or insect.
She wears an opulent, ruffled dark Victorian-style dress with a high neck and intricate lace and jeweled details, featuring a prominent brooch at the center of the collar. The brooch resembles a vintage design, with filigree patterns and a central, polished gemstone matched by hanging ornamental chains and a tassel.
The overall composition exudes an ethereal and otherworldly quality, blending classical beauty with fantastical elements suggestive of a sea goddess or a figure from a gothic fantasy tale.
Prompt: Anthroposonic dreamscoat with an AstroMaut of extraordinasty bravedress and shimmerling washrooms in a psychedentic state or land. Absolutely tasteless combination of creative styles and techniques.
Prompt: Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels. The dizzy dancing way that you feel. As every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. And you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know. Don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now. From give and take and still somehow. It's love's illusions that I recall. I really don't know love Really don't know love at all.
I am from Hamburg, Germany, make music as an improvisor and was a sound engineer for some time. since some time I make a living as database developer. A long time ago I wanted to study arts, but I gave up drawing in favor of music.
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.