Prompt: Springtime Bliss
The air is warm, the flowers bloom
A new season, a fresh perfume
So let your heart, and soul take flight
And revel in this springtime delight
Prompt: Sunken Treasure
Deep beneath the ocean blue,
Lies a treasure lost to view,
Gold and silver, diamonds too,
A bounty waiting for the crew.
The ship went down so long ago,
With treasures hidden far below,
But legends say that on a clear day,
You can still see the mast and sway.
A brave crew set out to find,
The treasure that was left behind,
They faced the storms and raging seas,
To bring the sunken treasure to their knees.
With a map and compass in their hand,
They searched the ocean's sandy bed,
And when they found the sunken prize,
Their hearts swelled with great surprise.
The treasure gleamed in the sunlight,
A fortune worth more than sight,
And as they sailed back to shore,
They knew they had struck gold for sure.
Prompt: With a pipe of gold and a robe so green,
The Smoking Weed Wizard is a sight to be seen,
He weaves his magic with every puff,
And brings his followers to a state of blissful stuff.
With a flick of his wrist and a puff of smoke,
He casts his spell and brings you hope,
For in his world, the worries cease,
And the mind and body find their peace.
He knows the power of the sacred herb,
And shares its wisdom, without any curb,
For the Smoking Weed Wizard is a sage,
Who guides his followers on a peaceful stage.
So let us honor the Smoking Weed Wizard,
And his teachings, which are truly gizzard,
Prompt: The sun doth rise, the birds doth sing,
And all around, the world doth bring
A sense of joy, a sense of mirth,
As though new life hath come to earth.
The trees doth sway, the flowers bloom,
And all the world doth cast a gloom
Upon the doubts and fears of men,
And bring them hope and peace again.
But in the midst of all this cheer,
A lonely heart doth shed a tear,
For love hath fled and left behind
A heart that aches, a soul unkind.
Yet still the world doth spin and turn,
And still the fires of passion burn,
For though love may be fleeting, true,
Its memory shall forever renew.
Thus, let us cherish every day,
And let our hearts find love and play,
For in this world of joy and strife,
'Tis love that brings the truest life.
Prompt: Full body, adorable and shiny H.R.Giger black-and-yellow-punk-on-dope-insect-creature in the labyrinth, by Catrin Welz-Stein and Dr.Seuss, Standing in an intricate white landscape with queen-annes-lace by Jacek Yerka. Perfect symmetrical eyes and face, antennae placed perfectly symmetrical on the same spot on each side of the head, antennae same size. No watermark, unsigned.
Prompt: A brand new ancient alien land of surreal creativity and unnatural concepts, one woman in a long dress is walking on a path in the rain, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, sunrays in the mist, light reflections, deep colours, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: Near Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine.”
He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet
And wrapped it round the aged varlet,
Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse,
Quaking and chattering seven times worse.
Said Edward, “Sir, it would seem you freeze
Most bitter at your extremities.
Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,
That warm upon your way you may go.”
The man took stocking and shoe and glove,
Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love,
Yet seemed to find but little relief,
Shaking and shivering like a leaf.
Said the saint again, “I have no great riches,
Yet take this tunic, take these breeches,
My shirt and my vest, take everything,
And give due thanks to Jesus the King.”
The saint stood naked upon the snow
Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe,
Prompt: I cannot bring myself to speak his name,
The one who caused me so much pain,
He lurks in the shadows of my mind,
A constant reminder of what he left behind.
I try to move on, to let go of the fear,
But his presence lingers, always near,
I pray for strength to face my past,
To break free from his hold at last.
But until then, I'll keep him at bay,
And strive to live my life each day,
For though he tried to tear me down,
I refuse to let him wear the crown.
Prompt: Oh God, our hearts are troubled,
Our land is in disarray,
We cry out to You for help,
To guide us through this day.
You have shown us Your power,
In times of old and new,
We trust in Your love and mercy,
And we turn our hearts to You.
Lead us to Your holy mountain,
Where Your presence dwells above,
Let Your light shine upon us,
And fill us with Your love.
For with You, we shall do valiantly,
And by Your strength, we shall prevail,
We will sing of Your great triumphs,
And Your mighty hand that never fails.
So hear our cry, O Lord our God,
And answer us in Your grace,
For You alone can rescue us,
And lead us to a better place.
Prompt: Ottoman Empire Massive Dam Breaks And Floods Fantastical Ben-Day Dots Complementary Colors Award-Winning Details Mythological Scene Expressive dark matte gouche painting * Art styles: Abstract stockholm city hall
Prompt: inside an old house with elements of Lightning and storm clouds, in foreground is a skull wall, eerie mood and feel, 8k, HDr, smooth digital artwork, deep complementary colors, bookshelves covering the dark walls, a beautiful watercolor painting of wind
Prompt: art by Josef Kote, antarctic city, streets, houses, rocks, hummocks, ice floes, cumulus clouds, sunset, icebergs, small waves, 2 whales in the water, boats on the shore, (((painted impasto))), (((knife))), style by Rockwell Kent, intricate deteiled, colored, detailed
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.
