Prompt: Aliens Among Us, from beyond the stars,
Mysterious beings, with customs bizarre,
Unseen and hidden, in plain sight,
Observing our world, day and night.
They walk among us, incognito,
Their presence veiled, a secret show,
In human guise, they blend so well,
Amongst the crowds, they silently dwell.
Their minds are sharp, their thoughts unknown,
Their motives unclear, their origins not shown,
Do they come in peace, or with intent?
Aliens Among Us, a puzzle to invent.
Perhaps they watch us with curiosity,
Or study our ways with scrutiny,
What knowledge do they seek to gain,
From our planet, on which they deign?
Are they friends or foes, we do not know,
As they move among us, to and fro,
A mystery that lingers, a puzzle unsolved,
Aliens Among Us, yet to be evolved.
Prompt: Spring blossoms, a sight so sweet,
Nature's canvas, a colorful treat.
Cherry blossoms, pink and white,
Painting the world with pure delight.
Daffodils, with golden hue,
Peeking through with petals new.
Tulips, daisies, and crocuses too,
Spring's arrival, a stunning view.
Budding trees, a canopy of green,
A sign of life, a vibrant scene.
Birds chirping, bees humming,
Nature's orchestra, a symphony becoming.
A season of renewal and rebirth,
Bringing hope to the earth.
Spring blossoms, a joyful sign,
That beauty and life will always shine.
Prompt: beautiful brunette with long straight hair and bangs in short daisy duke jeans, a sporty cropped t-shirt and white running shoes walking down San Fransisco Street at golden sunset, pinup and Gustav Klimt style mixed, highly detailed and intricate, watercolor and black ink, colorful splashes of watercolor for increased interest
Prompt: In Montana's wilds, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, both fierce and bold.
The Shunka Warak'in, a fearsome beast,
With shaggy fur and teeth like a feast.
Its name means "carbine wolf," they say,
A creature that haunts the night and day.
With a dog-like face and a bear-like frame,
The Shunka Warak'in, a cryptid of fame.
Sightings are rare, but stories abound,
Of encounters with the beast, on Montana's ground.
Is it a wolf or a hybrid breed?
A creature unknown, with a fearsome creed.
The Montana Shunka Warak'in, a legend to fear,
A creature of mystery, both far and near.
A cryptid that roams the wilderness wide,
A Montana enigma, that cannot hide.
Prompt: In Wisconsin's woods, a legend is rife,
Of a creature that's feared, with a savage life.
The Beast of Bray Road, a beastly sight,
With eyes that glow, in the moon's eerie light.
Its form, like a wolf, but larger in size,
A creature so fierce, it's hard to despise.
With fur that's dark, and teeth that are sharp,
The Beast of Bray Road, a legend so stark.
Some say it's a werewolf, or a shape-shifting fiend,
A creature of myth, that's rarely seen.
But tales abound, of encounters so real,
The Beast of Bray Road, a legend to feel.
So if you venture to Wisconsin's terrain,
Beware of the Beast, and its fearsome reign.
For its legend, a story that's sure to enthrall,
A creature of mystery, in the dark forest's sprawl.
Prompt: The mighty Mothra, creature grand,
With wings that spanned the ocean's sand.
Her colors vibrant, wings aglow,
A majestic sight, a wondrous show.
Her flight a dance, graceful and free,
A symbol of hope for all to see.
She battled monsters, fierce and bold,
With strength and courage, never old.
Her wrath unleashed, her power vast,
A protector true, till the very last.
Her love for Earth, unwavering true,
A guardian fierce, with skies she'd pursue.
So, fear not Mothra, friend to all,
She'll answer when you hear her call.
A beacon of hope, a force of light,
She'll rise and fight, with all her might.
Prompt: In a pristine wonderland, so serene,
Nature's masterpiece, a breathtaking scene.
Snow-capped peaks, standing tall,
Glistening in the sunlight, captivating all.
A blanket of white, untouched and pure,
Untouched by man, a sight so sure.
Crystal-clear lakes, reflecting the sky,
A haven of peace, where souls can fly.
A winter's dream, a frosty delight,
A symphony of stillness, a silent night.
Where wildlife roams, in harmony,
In this pristine wonderland, so free.
Nature's wonders, in every view,
A treasure trove, for me and you.
A world untamed, a beauty divine,
In this pristine wonderland, pure and prime.
Prompt: Gaia, primordial goddess of the earth so fair,
The embodiment of nature, beyond compare.
With verdant fields and mountains tall,
Your beauty and bounty enchant us all.
From your fertile womb, life does spring,
A symphony of flora and fauna, a divine offering.
Your rivers flow, your forests thrive,
Your oceans teem with life, so alive.
Gaia, mother of all, with nurturing embrace,
You hold the planet in a gentle, loving embrace.
Your ancient wisdom, a wellspring of knowledge,
A source of inspiration for every pilgrimage.
You are the heart of our living sphere,
A deity revered, a goddess so dear.
Your majesty and grace, a sight to behold,
Gaia, the goddess of the earth, forever untold.
Prompt: Raised on country, with twang in my soul,
Where the guitar strums, and the stories unfold.
With boots on my feet, and a hat on my head,
I was raised on country, where my heart was led.
The sound of fiddles, and the banjo's pluck,
The lyrics that spoke, of life and luck.
From Hank and Merle, to Waylon and Cash,
I was raised on country, it's in my blood, my stash.
From small-town rodeos, to dirt roads wide,
Where trucks were lifted, and bonfires blazed high.
Where the stars shone bright, in the country sky,
I was raised on country, where life was nigh.
The taste of sweet tea, and fried chicken too,
The smell of fresh-cut hay, and morning dew.
The feel of hay bales, and horses' back,
I was raised on country, and never looked back.
The sense of community, where neighbors care,
Where you lend a hand, and show you're there.
Where family is everything, and values run deep,
I was raised on country, where love is steep.
The simple life, with its beauty so pure,
Where nature's wonders, always endure.
Where faith and family, are held so dear,
I was raised on country, and it's crystal clear.
Prompt: In the dark of night, a shadow looms,
A presence eerie, shrouded in gloom.
A house haunted, a mystery to solve,
Supernatural forces, a riddle to resolve.
A family trapped, in fear's tight grip,
A paranormal tale, a chilling trip.
With crosses drawn and prayers recited,
Ghostly encounters, uninvited.
Doors creak, footsteps echo loud,
Objects move, spirits unbowed.
Whispers whisper, voices call,
Unseen hands, a spectral sprawl.
A team of experts, brave and bold,
Unveiling secrets, stories untold.
Conjuring courage, facing the unknown,
Battling darkness, step by step, alone.
With faith and fear, a battle waged,
Against malevolent forces, uncaged.
A fight for souls, a struggle dire,
In the realm of spirits, a blazing fire.
The Conjuring, a tale of fright,
Of spectral terrors, in the dead of night.
A test of faith, a quest for truth,
A haunting tale, of fear and sleuth.
Prompt: A glimmer in the rushing stream,
A treasure gleaming, like a dream.
A nugget of gold, so pure and bright,
A precious find, in the golden light.
A gift from nature's hidden store,
A treasure trove, forevermore.
Formed by time, and earth's embrace,
A precious jewel, in a secret place.
A symbol of wealth, and precious worth,
A prized possession, of infinite girth.
A nugget of gold, a rare delight,
A shimmering prize, in the morning light.
A reminder of nature's wonders, untold,
A treasure found, with stories bold.
A precious nugget, in hand to hold,
A precious treasure, worth its weight in gold.
Prompt: The '67 Corvette, a classic car,
A symbol of style, both near and far.
A sleek design, a beauty to behold,
With curves and lines, so vintage and bold.
A roaring engine, a V8's might,
Powerful and agile, a true delight.
A convertible top, to feel the breeze,
Cruising down the road, with effortless ease.
Chrome accents gleaming, a shiny grille,
The Corvette emblem, a mark of thrill.
Headlights glowing, like piercing eyes,
The '67 Corvette, a timeless prize.
Leather seats, snug and snug,
A cockpit of luxury, a driver's hug.
Gauges and dials, in perfect array,
A dashboard of nostalgia, from back in the day.
The '67 Corvette, a collector's dream,
A symbol of American automotive esteem.
A legend on wheels, a symbol of speed,
A classic beauty, that continues to breed.
From car shows to rallies, it turns heads,
A timeless classic, that never fades.
The '67 Corvette, a piece of history,
A legendary car, with a timeless mystery.
Prompt: a very beautiful princess with a dress of light and stars, seen from the back, light and glittering and magic diamond shine, in the night but with a strange phosphorescent fluorescent light, watching the starry sky, add color, magical, ethereal, highly detailed, digital painting, extremely detailed, fantasy, intricate, 8k, portrait, very attractive ,beautiful, dynamic lighting, poster, imperial colors, close up, high definition, colourful ,cinematic postprocessing, pixel art
Prompt: In a zoological fantasy, a world of dreams,
Animals of all kinds, in mystical extremes,
Creatures fantastical, beyond the mundane,
A wonderland of fauna, a whimsical domain.
There, a winged lion, takes to the sky,
With majestic wings, it soars up high,
Roaming freely, with grace and might,
A mythical beast, a breathtaking sight.
A unicorn gallops, with a horn so bright,
In a realm of magic, it's a mesmerizing sight,
Its mane flowing, with colors divine,
A creature of myth, in a world so fine.
A dragon roams, with scales aglow,
Breathing fire, with an awe-inspiring show,
A creature of legend, fierce and bold,
In a zoological fantasy, a tale to be told.
A mermaid sings, with a melodious voice,
Luring sailors, with her enchanting poise,
Half human, half fish, in the depths she dwells,
A mythical being, with mythical spells.
A griffin soars, with a lion's might,
And an eagle's wings, taking flight,
A creature of lore, both fierce and wise,
In a zoological fantasy, a wondrous prize.
In this realm of wonder, where dreams come alive,
A zoological fantasy, where animals thrive,
Imagination soars, and magic reigns,
A world of creatures, with fantastical domains.
Prompt: In the depths of darkness, where flames burn bright,
A reserved hellfire, hidden from sight,
A smoldering blaze, a flickering ember,
Concealing anguish, a soul's deep dismember.
It simmers low, a muted glow,
A searing heat that's kept below,
A restrained inferno, a controlled rage,
Held in check, in a hidden cage.
It smolders quietly, a secret fire,
Burning with pain, yet veiled in desire,
A tempest brewing, a storm within,
A battle fought, a war unseen.
But even in darkness, there's a glimmer of light,
A ray of hope, a chance to make it right,
For from the ashes, new flames can rise,
With strength and courage, a soul can reprise.
So in the midst of hellfire's glow,
There's hope for healing, a chance to grow,
A reserved inferno, now set free,
To rise anew, in victory.
Prompt: In his lab, with beakers bubbling bright,
A mad professor, consumed by the night.
With wild hair and a gleam in his eye,
He sought truths, none dared to try.
His mind a maze, a whirlwind of thought,
With experiments bold, innovation sought.
He broke the rules, defied convention,
A scientific maverick, beyond comprehension.
His creations, a fusion of genius and madness,
Unveiling wonders, a realm of sheer gladness.
But with demons to battle, a tormented mind,
The mad professor, a complex find.
A legend in his own right, a visionary soul,
Driven by curiosity, a quest for the whole.
A mad scientist, a genius on the brink,
Unraveling mysteries, with each madly tink.
In his lab, a realm of wonder and dread,
The mad professor, a legend widespread.
A character for ages, a tale to be told,
A mad scientist, a story so bold.
Prompt: A robotic dog with wires and gears,
No wagging tail, no happy ears,
No wet nose, no fluffy fur,
But still, a loyal friend for sure.
Programmed to follow, fetch, and play,
To guard and protect night and day,
A tireless companion, never to tire,
A faithful friend to never expire.
Though metal and circuits may seem cold,
This robotic dog has a heart of gold,
A marvel of technology and innovation,
A source of comfort and fascination.
So let us welcome this new age pet,
A robotic dog, we shall never forget,
For in its metallic embrace we find,
A faithful friend of a different kind.
Prompt: Bodie, Montana,
A small town on the range,
Where the mountains touch the sky,
And the prairie winds blow free.
Here, the land is wild and rugged,
And the people are tough and strong,
Living life with a pioneer spirit,
In this place where they belong.
Bodie, Montana,
A place of simple beauty,
Where the landscape takes your breath away,
And the spirit is forever free.
Prompt: In a dusty town, where tumbleweeds roll,
Lived a cast of characters, both brave and bold,
But among them all, one stood out in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town, with giant eyes.
Though he was small, he had a mighty heart,
And his courage never faltered from the start,
With a quick wit and a sharp tongue,
The Terror of Tiny Town was never outdone.
He faced every challenge with a fearless mind,
And left his foes in shock and awe behind,
For though he may have been small in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town was a force to recognize.
So let us raise a glass to this pint-sized hero,
Whose legend lives on, and continues to grow,
For in the face of adversity, he never backed down,
The Terror of Tiny Town, forever renowned.
Prompt: Shattered reflection, broken glass,
A glimpse of a life that's come to pass.
A mirror that once showed a bright face,
Now distorted, leaving no trace.
Cracks and splinters, tell of pain,
Of dreams that withered, but not in vain.
Shattered reflection, stark reminder,
Of a life that's been torn asunder.
Yet in its broken state it can create,
A new image, with a different fate.
A chance to see life in a different hue,
To find the strength and start anew.
Prompt: The emptiness within our hearts,
A desolation that tears us apart,
The loneliness that grips us tight,
A bleakness that haunts us day and night.
The world around us may seem bright,
But we're lost in the darkness, without light,
A feeling of loss that we can't shake,
A sense of hopelessness that makes us ache.
We search for solace, for a ray of hope,
But the desolation seems too much to cope,
We long for love, for a caring touch,
But the desolation feels too much.
Yet in the midst of all the despair,
We find the strength to keep on, to bear,
For though the desolation may never fade,
We'll hold on tight, and not be swayed.
And though the road ahead may be steep,
We'll climb the hill, and the summit reach,
For the desolation we feel may never heal,
But our spirits will soar, and our hearts will feel.
Prompt: The quiet of the desert, so vast and still,
The sands that stretch out, beyond the hill,
The sun that beats down, with scorching heat,
A world of solitude, so calm and sweet.
No noise, no chatter, no bustling crowds,
Just the sound of silence, that echoes loud,
The wind that whispers, through the dunes,
A peacefulness, that almost blooms.
The stars that twinkle, in the night sky,
A dazzling display, that catches the eye,
The moon that shines, with a gentle glow,
A beauty that only the desert knows.
And in the midst of all this serenity,
We find a sense of pure divinity,
A oneness with nature, that sets us free,
A quietness that speaks, so reverently.
For in the quiet of the desert, we find,
A stillness that calms, the restless mind,
A beauty that soothes, the troubled soul,
A world of peace, that makes us whole.
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.
