Prompt: A very beautiful, highly realistic, very very detailed painting of (A semi-mechanical steampunk cyborg native american warrior chief stands on a cliff overlooking a futuristic utopian neon sci-fi aztec cyberpunk city) a beautiful highly detailed retrofuturistic mechanical very beautiful highly detailed (Native American Cyberpunk Warrior Chief:1.2), by (peter mohrbacher and andree wallin:0.9), fantasy concept art, trending on Artstation by andree wallin and filip hodas, dieselpunk, 70mm photo
Prompt: A Insanely Detailed mechanical doll sitting on an Insanely Detailed watchmaker table ,with many utensils on the table,Gris Grimly,No signature.
Prompt: giant mushroom made of bismuth emerging from the ocean, cumulus nimbus storm clouds, small ships around, intricate, ultra detailed, 8k, 4k, by greg rutkowski, trending on artstation, vignetting
Prompt: The truth can sting,
Like a bee's sharp sting,
It cuts deep,
And leaves a mark we can't keep.
We may try to hide,
But the truth will abide,
It won't let us go,
Until we let it show.
So embrace the pain,
And don't refrain,
For the truth hurts,
But it also asserts.
Prompt: All I need is a friend,
Someone to hold my hand,
To stand by me through thick and thin,
And help me understand.
All I need is a friend,
Someone to share my joys,
To laugh with me and make me smile,
And hear me when I voice.
All I need is a friend,
Someone to lend an ear,
To listen when I need to talk,
And wipe away my tear.
All I need is a friend,
Someone to lift me up,
To give me strength when I feel weak,
And fill my empty cup.
All I need is a friend,
Someone to be my guide,
To walk beside me on my journey,
And stay with me till the end.
All I need is a friend,
To make my life complete,
And with you by my side,
My heart will skip a beat.
Prompt: The class clown, he sits in class
With mischief in his eye,
He's always quick with a joke or prank,
And never, ever shy.
He makes us laugh when we're feeling down,
And lightens up the mood,
His antics keep us on our toes,
And keep us all amused.
But sometimes the teacher doesn't smile,
And sends him to the hall,
He'll return with a grin on his face,
And make us laugh once more.
He's never mean or hurtful,
He's just a little wild,
And though he may drive the teacher crazy,
We all love the class clown child.
For in a world that can be so serious,
He brings a little joy,
And though he may not always follow rules,
He's still our favorite boy.
Prompt: How does it feel to be alive?
To breathe in air and thrive?
To witness nature's beauty unfold,
And see the wonders of the world?
How does it feel to love and be loved?
To have someone to hold when times are tough?
To share the laughter and the tears,
And cherish memories throughout the years?
How does it feel to dream and create?
To bring ideas to life and innovate?
To leave a mark on history's page,
And inspire others to be brave?
It feels like magic, it feels like life,
Full of joy, full of strife.
But through it all, we learn and grow,
And embrace the beauty of the unknown.
Prompt: Sleep eludes, I lie in bed,
Restless thoughts whirl in my head,
Toss and turn, night turns to day,
Insomnia, please go away!
Blanket's warmth, pillow's embrace,
Yet I'm trapped in wakeful chase,
Clock's ticking, echoes loud,
Sleep's elusive, like a cloud.
Counting sheep, closing eyes,
But slumber's grasp, a prize denied,
Minutes stretch, hours drag,
Restless mind, an endless snag.
Darkness fades, dawn's first light,
Another sleepless, restless night,
Yearning for that blissful rest,
Insomnia, you're quite the pest!
Prompt: The Blood of the Cross, a gift so divine,
A love that surpasses all space and time.
A sacrifice made on Calvary's tree,
For sinners like you and sinners like me.
A crimson stream, poured out with care,
The Lamb of God, a burden to bear.
His precious blood, shed for our sin,
To cleanse our souls and make us new within.
The Blood of the Cross, a ransom paid,
A debt too great for us to have repaid.
It washes us clean, makes us white as snow,
Restores our hearts, makes our spirits glow.
No earthly treasure, no human deed,
Could ever accomplish such a wondrous feat.
Only the blood of Jesus, pure and true,
Can save our souls and make us anew.
So let us cherish, with hearts of praise,
The Blood of the Cross, in all its grace.
For it is the power, the hope, the light,
That saves us from darkness and gives us sight.
In Jesus' blood, we find forgiveness sweet,
A love so boundless, so rich, so complete.
Oh, let us never forget the price He paid,
The Blood of the Cross, our hope and aid.
So, as we journey on this earthly race,
Let's keep our eyes fixed on Jesus' face.
And thank Him always, for His selfless act,
The Blood of the Cross, our eternal pact.
Prompt: In Holland, by the windmills' sail,
Lived Hans, a boy both small and frail.
With wooden clogs and curly hair,
He roamed the tulip fields so fair.
One day, he heard a dreadful sound,
A leaky dam, water seeping 'round.
Without delay, he sprung to act,
His finger plugged the hole, a brave pact.
He stood for hours, unwavering,
As villagers praised his endeavoring.
With cheeks all red and shoes all wet,
He knew he couldn't quit just yet.
As morning broke, relief arrived,
The townsfolk saw Hans still alive.
They fixed the dam and hugged him tight,
A hero's glory, pure delight.
From that day on, in Dutch folklore,
Little Hans's tale forevermore,
A tale of courage, grit, and joy,
Of bravery in a small Dutch boy.
Prompt: On the road, a dreaded sight,
A driver's fear, a dark delight,
A crater deep, a gaping hole,
A tire's fate, an unwelcome toll.
It lurks in shadows, hides in rain,
A menace sly, causing pain,
With jolts and bumps, a teeth-chattering thrill,
A challenge to navigate with skill.
Beware the pit, so wide and wide,
A trap for cars, a chasm to collide,
A test of brakes, a swerve or stop,
A warning sign, a sudden drop.
Oh, the woes of the pot hole plight,
A road's bane, an endless fight,
A menace bold, a driver's dread,
A tire's foe, a hole so widespread.
Prompt: A fireman bold, with heart so true,
His courage shines in flames that grew.
With axe in hand, he charges through,
To rescue lives, both old and new.
With sirens blaring, lights aglow,
He braves the heat, with steady flow.
Through smoke and ash, he'll always go,
To save the day, a fearless show.
He battles fires, big and small,
Answering duty's urgent call.
A hero to us, one and all,
A beacon in chaos, standing tall.
So let us praise the fireman's name,
For selfless deeds, he brings no fame.
A guardian in the fiery game,
Forever honored, his rightful claim.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's bewitching light,
A creature stirs, a fearsome sight,
A beast with fur, eyes glowing bright,
A lycanthrope, a creature of the night.
By day, a mortal, like any other,
But when the full moon rises, a change to uncover,
Bones crack, and muscles grow,
A transformation, an eerie show.
With fur as black as the midnight sky,
And eyes that gleam with a feral cry,
A hunger rising, a primal urge,
To hunt, to prowl, a beastly surge.
Through the woods, with stealth and speed,
A warewolf runs, with fangs to feed,
A creature cursed, both man and beast,
A life of shadows, a violent feast.
But in the morning, as the moonlight fades,
The warewolf retreats to the forest glades,
A human form, with no recollection,
Of the moonlit curse, and its savage reflection.
A tale of terror, a tragic fate,
A warewolf's life, a haunting state,
Forever torn between two worlds,
A creature cursed, as the moon unfurls.
Prompt: Upon the cliffs, by the roaring sea,
A bird with charm and grace, I see.
With black and white, and orange beak,
A puffin takes a daring leap.
From lofty heights, it spreads its wings,
And in mid-air, it freely sings.
With flapping wings, it dives headlong,
In search of fish, swift and strong.
Beneath the waves, a world unknown,
Where puffins dance and fish are shown.
With skillful beak and nimble flight,
They catch their prey with sheer delight.
Back to the cliffs, with fish in tow,
The puffin lands, its catch to show.
With a beaming beak and feathers preened,
It's a majestic sight, it's keen.
"The Puffin's Dance" a grand display,
Of nature's beauty in full array.
A bird so bold, a sea's delight,
A puffin's grace, a wondrous sight!
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.