Prompt: The forgotten song, a melody lost,
A tune that once held souls embossed.
A haunting sound, from days of old,
Now faded away, its story untold.
But in its silence, the forgotten song,
Whispers a tale of love, so strong.
A memory of a time gone by,
Of moments shared under the sky.
Oh, how the forgotten song can move,
With emotions that time cannot remove.
May we listen with open ears,
And hear the beauty in its tears.
For even in its forgotten state,
The song can still captivate.
A reminder of the power of sound,
And the love and memories it can be found.
Prompt: The lost dreams, where do they go?
Do they fade away, or simply lay low?
Do they wander, lost and forlorn,
Or do they wait for a new dawn?
Do they disappear, without a trace,
Or do they linger, in some other place?
Do they find a home, in someone's heart,
Or do they fall apart, torn apart?
The lost dreams, they haunt the mind,
A reminder of what we've left behind.
The missed opportunities, the chances lost,
The paths not taken, at what great cost.
But still, there's hope, in the darkest night,
That the lost dreams may yet take flight.
That they may be found, and brought to life,
And bring us joy, amidst the strife.
So hold on tight, to your lost dreams,
For they may not be as lost as they seem.
Keep them close, and don't let go,
For they may yet lead you, to where you want to go.
Prompt: In the fields of endless rows,
The vineyard basks in sun's warm glow,
Its fruits so ripe, so plump and sweet,
A delicacy meant to meet.
The grape, so humble on the vine,
Transforms with time, with patience fine,
Its flavor complex, a subtle blend,
Of tart and sweet, a taste to send.
From vine to barrel, the grapes transform,
The winemaker's skill a perfect storm,
Aged to perfection, the flavors bloom,
Aged to taste, in crystal room.
With each pour, the glass a swirl,
The flavors dance, the senses twirl,
Aromas rise, a fruity blend,
The flavors of the vine, a cherished friend.
So raise a glass, a toast to thee,
To the flavors of the vine so free,
A gift of nature, a taste divine,
A vintage of life, a cherished wine.
Prompt: On the deck, the salty breeze,
The creaking of the ropes and trees,
The waves that crash and foam and spray,
A sailor's life, day after day.
From port to port, we roam the seas,
With only the stars above to guide and lead,
Our trusty vessel, our home at sea,
A sailor's life, wild and free.
The storms may come, the winds may howl,
But we are steadfast, we never bow,
We ride the waves, we brave the gale,
A sailor's life, we never fail.
And when our time at sea is done,
We'll look back at all the battles won,
For a sailor's life is one of pride,
And we'll cherish it till the day we die.
Prompt: Beneath the sky of sapphire hue,
The lagoon gleams in turquoise blue,
Its gentle waves caress the shore,
And seagulls cry with a lonely roar.
The sun beats down with fierce delight,
And fills the day with dazzling light,
While palm trees sway in gentle breeze,
And offer shade beneath their leaves.
The Blue Lagoon, a haven sweet,
Where all the world's troubles retreat,
And in its depths, one finds repose,
Away from all life's busy throes.
Prompt: Many small frogs. Salvador Dali collaboration Paul Klee and Tim Burton, Picasso's integrated flowing composition, colorized brooding grayscale balanced by many bright colorful details
Prompt: Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.
He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true truelove
And the New-year will take ‘em away.
Old year you must not go;
So long you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.
He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
Prompt: “graceful owl. hyperdetailed. intricately detailed, complex. motifs. insanely detailed mixed-media collage with rough paint strokes and textures, backlit.” Weight:1.8
“Fantasy. Deep Color. Eyvind Earle. by Android Jones, frank franzzeta, Conrad Roset, Erik Johansson, Sandra Chevrier, Jeremy Mann.Epic With Sparkle. Mark Noble Paintings. Trending On Artstation. Jean Baptiste Monge Art. Intricate Beautiful Magic.” Weight:1
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.
