Prompt: Oh, the old Model T, a classic sight to see,
With its brass and steel, so simple and free.
A relic of the past, a treasure of the road,
A testament to ingenuity, a story yet untold.
Its engine roared with a rhythmic hum,
As it chugged along, its driver at the helm.
With wooden spokes and rubber tires,
It traveled miles and miles, igniting fires.
Through countryside and city streets it drove,
A symbol of progress, a machine to prove
That with innovation and a daring dream,
One could conquer new frontiers, or so it seemed.
From dusty roads to muddy tracks,
The Model T traversed, never looking back.
Its legacy lives on, in history's lore,
A timeless icon, forever to endure.
So here's to the old Model T,
A marvel of its time, for all to see.
A reminder of innovation's might,
A symbol of the past, shining bright.
Prompt: In Monet's Garden, a canvas of delight,
A symphony of colors, a breathtaking sight.
With brush and palette, he painted each day,
A masterpiece of nature, in a floral display.
Water lilies bloom in ponds serene,
Their petals delicate, a timeless scene.
Reflections dance in ponds so still,
As Monet captures nature's thrill.
Roses blush in hues of red and pink,
Their fragrance sweet, a sensory link.
Paths meander through lush greenery,
In Monet's Garden, a realm so free.
Sunlight filters through leaves of trees,
Birds chirp in chorus, a joyful tease.
With every stroke, Monet creates,
A masterpiece that captivates.
His art alive in blooms and leaves,
A treasure trove that forever weaves,
Nature's beauty with his skill,
In Monet's Garden, a world to thrill.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 6,
A tale of visions, a prophetic fix,
The Lamb's opening of the seven seals,
Revealing events, the world's fate reveals.
The first seal broken, a white horse rides,
Conquering, victorious, a deceiver's guise,
A false peace proclaimed, but strife's lurking near,
Deception spreads, with a sinister sneer.
The second seal, a fiery red horse released,
War and bloodshed, the earth is creased,
Men slay each other, with weapons of hate,
Violence rampant, a dire state.
The third seal opened, a black horse rides,
Famine and scarcity, the world divides,
A voice cries out, "A quart of wheat for a denarius!",
As hunger grips, a haunting chorus.
The fourth seal broken, a pale horse appears,
Death and Hades, with their fearsome spears,
Claiming lives, with devastating might,
Pestilence and death, a somber sight.
The fifth seal opened, the martyrs' cry,
Under the altar, their souls do lie,
Calling for justice, avenge their blood,
Their faithfulness, in persecution's flood.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 7,
A tale of redemption, a heavenly haven,
A vision of hope, amidst trials and woes,
Of God's faithful, in multitudes it shows.
John, the prophet, sees a great multitude,
No one could count, from every latitude,
Clothed in white, with palm branches in hand,
Worshipping God, in a joyous band.
Sealed with His mark, on their foreheads bright,
Protected and chosen, in His loving sight,
From every tribe, language, and nation,
A diverse assembly, in adoration.
They've come through great tribulation,
Washed in the Lamb's blood, a glorious salvation,
They cry out with praises, to the Lamb on the throne,
Their Shepherd, their Savior, their very own.
No more hunger, thirst, or scorching heat,
God Himself, their tears will gently beat,
He'll wipe away all sorrows from their eyes,
In His presence, eternal joy will arise.
Angels and elders, join in the praise,
Of the redeemed, in heavenly gaze,
Salvation belongs to our God and the Lamb,
Forever and ever, the eternal I AM.
Prompt: Behold, a vision grand and bright,
Of glory's city, bathed in light.
A New Jerusalem, divinely wrought,
Descends from heaven, a sight unsought.
No more tears, no more pain,
No more sorrow, no more stain.
God Himself, in radiant grace,
Makes His dwelling, in this holy place.
A bride adorned, in splendor dressed,
The Lamb's betrothed, eternally blessed.
A holy city, pure and bright,
A beacon of hope, a beacon of light.
Its walls of jasper, gates of pearl,
Reflecting God's glory, in a radiant swirl.
Foundations adorned with precious stones,
A sight that leaves all in awe-struck tones.
No need for sun or moon's embrace,
For God's glory shines in every space.
No darkness, no night, forever bright,
In this city of God's eternal light.
No sin or death, no curse or blight,
Only righteousness, pure and bright.
The Lamb of God, the eternal King,
Reigns in splendor, as angels sing.
And God Himself, with love and care,
Wipes away every tear, every despair.
His presence felt, by all who dwell,
In this city, where joy shall ever swell.
Prompt: The rains had ceased, the floods subsided,
The ark found rest, where God had guided,
On Ararat's peak, a refuge high,
Noah and his family, under God's sky.
For months they waited, in patient trust,
As waters receded, and dry land thrust,
The earth reemerged, with signs of new birth,
A fresh beginning, after the flood's girth.
Noah sent out birds, to explore the land,
A raven first, then a dove so grand,
The dove returned, with an olive leaf,
A sign of life, beyond the grief.
Noah knew, God's promise held true,
His faith unwavering, as skies turned blue,
He built an altar, an offering made,
To thank the Lord, for His grace displayed.
God smelled the fragrance, a pleasing scent,
And made a covenant, with love so lent,
To never again, destroy by flood,
A vow of mercy, that would hold good.
In Genesis, this chapter shines,
Of God's faithfulness, in darkest times,
Of Noah's faith, unwavering and strong,
And God's promise, to right the wrong.
So let us learn, from Noah's tale,
To trust in God, when storms assail,
To wait in faith, for His timing sure,
And find in Him, our anchor secure.
Prompt: Lot and Abram, on Canaan's land,
Their flocks and herds, at their command,
But strife arose, between their kin,
The land too small, to dwell therein.
So Abram said to Lot, his kin,
Let's part ways now, and not give in,
Choose where you'll go, to left or right,
I'll take the other, without a fight.
Lot looked around, with greedy eyes,
And chose the plains, a land that lies,
Toward Sodom's city, lush and green,
A choice that later would be seen.
But Abram stayed, in Canaan's land,
By faith he stood, and made his stand,
God promised blessings, without end,
To Abram and his seed, my friend.
In Sodom, Lot pitched his tent,
Among the wicked, his time was spent,
But trouble loomed, as war came near,
Sodom's king, he could not fear.
Lot was captured, with all he had,
Abram came, to make him glad,
He rescued Lot, with God's own might,
And brought him back, to Canaan's light.
In Genesis, this chapter shows,
Lot's choice, and how it rose,
Abram's faith, and righteous way,
God's blessings on him, day by day.
So let us learn, from Lot's mistake,
Not to choose by what we take,
But follow Abram's faithful path,
And trust in God, to avoid His wrath.
Prompt: A dance of elements, a mesmerizing sight,
Fire and ice, in a duet of delight,
They twirl and swirl in a cosmic trance,
In a fiery waltz, an icy dance.
Fire leaps and crackles with vibrant hue,
Its flames reach high, reaching anew,
It dances with passion, fierce and bold,
A blazing beauty, untamed and untold.
Ice glimmers and sparkles with icy sheen,
Its crystal facets, cold and serene,
It glides with grace, in a frigid embrace,
A frosty elegance, in a glistening chase.
They twirl and twist, in a cosmic ballet,
A dance of opposites, in perfect display,
Fire and ice, in a dance of extremes,
A mesmerizing spectacle, beyond our dreams.
The heat and cold, a harmonious blend,
In a dance of contrast, they transcend,
A symphony of elements, a cosmic embrace,
In the dance of fire and ice, a celestial grace.
So, let's behold this wondrous sight,
The dance of fire and ice, with pure delight,
For in their union, a magic is born,
A captivating spectacle, forever to adorn.
Prompt: In the soft glow of candlelight,
Whispers dance in the quiet night,
A flickering flame, a gentle glow,
As secrets shared, love's stories flow.
The warmth of the flame, a tender touch,
A love that's deep, it means so much,
The shadows dance, the whispers rise,
In the candlelight's romantic guise.
Two hearts entwined, side by side,
A love that's true, a love that's wide,
The flickering flame, a witness true,
To love's embrace, so pure and true.
In candlelight's embrace, they find,
A love that's pure, a love that's kind,
Whispers of love, like poetry spoken,
In the candlelight's glow, hearts awoken.
So let the candles whisper and glow,
A love that's eternal, a love that's aglow,
In candlelight's embrace, love's story told,
A love that's cherished, a love that's bold.
Prompt: Old hippie woman rides bike in cosmos, A old gray and purple haired woman wearing a paisley dress with rainbow-colored smoke coming from her hair rides on a bicycle on the milky way.
Prompt: A deep-sea diver, brave and bold,
Exploring mysteries, untold and untold.
Descending into the ocean's deep,
A world so alien, secrets to keep.
With oxygen tanks and a steady grip,
Exploring the abyss, on a daring trip.
Venturing into the unknown below,
Where strange creatures lurk, and currents flow.
A world of darkness, a realm of wonder,
A deep-sea diver, an explorer's thunder.
In the depths, where light is scarce,
A diver's courage, ready to parse.
With fins and mask, and a heart so brave,
A deep-sea diver, beneath the waves.
Unfazed by darkness, undeterred by fear,
Exploring the unknown, with vision clear.
So, into the deep, a diver descends,
A journey of discovery, that never ends.
With passion and skill, and a love so true,
A deep-sea diver, a hero anew.
Prompt: The Succubus
A temptress born of midnight's lure,
With sultry gaze and allure pure.
A creature of seduction's art,
She steals the soul and breaks the heart.
Her form bewitching, a sensual sight,
She haunts your dreams, your thoughts at night.
Her lips like poison, her touch like fire,
She stirs desire, a dark desire.
She preys upon the longing heart,
Her whispers, like a deadly dart.
Her beauty masks her devil's soul,
As she consumes, she takes her toll.
A succubus, a creature rare,
Her presence fills the air with flair.
Her eyes that burn with a smoldering flame,
A deadly beauty, an infernal game.
Beware her charms, her wicked ways,
For she will trap you in her gaze.
Her seduction, a siren's call,
She'll leave you breathless, enthralled.
But heed this warning, if you dare,
Beware the succubus' snare.
For her embrace may feel divine,
But her love is a perilous shrine.
Prompt: Playful, lively, full of zest,
Baby goats, the cutest and the best.
With coats of fur in shades of white or brown,
They prance and frolic, never a frown.
Tiny hooves, a pitter-patter sound,
As they bound and leap, all around.
Their eyes, so bright with curiosity,
Exploring the world with boundless glee.
They climb and jump on anything they find,
Logs, rocks, or even their mother's behind.
Their playful antics, a joy to behold,
As they chase each other, bold and bold.
Their bleats, like music, a cheerful tune,
As they explore the meadow, morn till noon.
Their innocence and pure hearts so pure,
Bringing smiles and warmth that will endure.
Oh, baby goats, with your playful ways,
You fill our hearts with joy and praise.
A reminder of nature's wonders, pure and free,
Baby goats, the epitome of youthful glee.
Prompt: Raging waves, a tempest's roar,
The angry sea, a mighty uproar.
Fierce currents churn, with furious might,
Crashing against shores, an awe-inspiring sight.
Saltwater spray, whipped by the wind,
As nature's fury is unchained, unpinned.
Dark clouds loom, skies turn black,
As the sea lashes out, with a vengeful attack.
Boats tossed and turned, at the sea's command,
A battle of elements, hard to withstand.
Foamy crests, reaching for the sky,
A tumultuous dance, as waves soar high.
But amidst the chaos, a beauty lies,
In the raw power that nature implies.
A reminder of forces beyond control,
The angry sea, a tempestuous soul.
Prompt: In the snowy woods, where silence reigns,
A figure clad in white, where magic remains.
A sorceress of winter's chill,
With powers beyond, a mystical thrill.
Her gown of frost, her cloak of snow,
Her breath a mist, with an icy glow.
Her hair like silver, her eyes aglow,
A vision ethereal, a mystical show.
She weaves her spells with icy touch,
Creating wonders, oh, so much.
A frosty landscape, a winter's scene,
Enchanting, mesmerizing, a frozen dream.
Her wand of ice, her staff of frost,
Her power unfathomable, at no cost.
She commands the cold, the frost, the ice,
In a realm of winter's beauty and vice.
Yet, beware, for her magic is not always kind,
Her heart can be cold, her intentions blind.
Her powers, like winter, can be harsh,
A force of nature, both beautiful and harsh.
But in her realm, a world of white,
There's beauty to behold, both day and night.
The glistening snowflakes, the icy glaze,
A wonderland of frosty maze.
So, behold the white witchery,
A mystical force, a winter's decree.
In her realm of frost and ice,
A world of magic, both cold and nice.
Prompt: Vector style, the abstract painting of a punkrock teen girl, artistic flat illustration, cyber punk minimal figure art, soft colors mono chromatic, art in the style of Bryan Frost
Prompt: In this world of constant change,
Amidst the highs and lows, the joy and pain,
One thing remains forever true,
That beauty comes from within you.
Always stay stunning, inside and out,
With kindness and grace, there's no doubt,
That you'll shine like the brightest star,
And spread your light near and far.
Take care of your body, your heart, your soul,
Nurture them well, make them whole,
For a healthy spirit reflects in your eyes,
And radiates out, like a sunrise.
Don't let society's standards bring you down,
For you are unique, a precious gem to be found,
Embrace your flaws, they make you real,
And add to the beauty that you feel.
So always stay stunning, in your own special way,
With love and confidence, each and every day,
For when you believe in yourself, others will see,
The beauty that shines within you and me.
Prompt: The path less traveled,
is often the unseen.
Yet it holds the promise,
of all we could have been.
It winds and it curves,
through shadows and light.
It's a journey of courage,
a struggle, a fight.
The destination is unknown,
but the path is clear.
It leads us to our destiny,
and all we hold dear.
So we take the first step,
and venture into the unknown.
We follow the unseen path,
and let our spirits be shown.
For it's not the destination,
but the journey we take.
On the path less traveled,
our true selves we'll make.
Prompt: Enigma's Edge, a mystery so deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows creep,
Whispers echo in the silent night,
Mystical forces, beyond our sight.
Enigma's Edge, a place of wonder,
Where time stands still and dreams thunder,
Whispers of magic, in the wind they flow,
A place where reality meets the unknown.
Enigma's Edge, a puzzle to solve,
With hidden clues and mysteries to evolve,
A place where the mind can truly soar,
And imagination can explore.
Enigma's Edge, a journey to take,
Where the boundaries of reality break,
Come, step into this enigmatic land,
And discover the secrets, that truly expand.
Prompt: With dawn's soft light,
A new day takes flight,
Opportunities abound,
Let positivity surround.
Leave worries behind,
Embrace a peaceful mind,
Let gratitude lead the way,
And make the most of today.
With each step we take,
A new path we'll make,
Let hope guide our sight,
And fill our hearts with delight.
For a new day has come,
And with it, a chance to become,
The best version of ourselves,
And let our dreams take flight like doves.
Prompt: A vase of beautiful flowers and a jewellery box still life, by Remedios Varo, Jacek Yerka, Leonora Carrington, Artgerm, Intricate, Elegant, Digital Illustration, Scenic, Hyper-Realistic, Hyper-Detailed, 16k, Sharp Focus, Artstation
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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