Prompt: a dragonfly sits on a flower; Speedpaint with large brush strokes paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors
Prompt: In a Sydney state of mind,
The city beckons, one of a kind,
With beaches that stretch for miles,
And a harbor that always smiles.
The Opera House stands proud and tall,
A symbol of culture, loved by all,
While the Harbour Bridge, a sight to behold,
Is a gateway to adventures untold.
The streets bustle with life and sound,
As people from all over abound,
From Chinatown to the Rocks,
There's always something to unlock.
In a Sydney state of mind,
The possibilities are hard to define,
From surfing to shopping and dining divine,
It's a city that always shines.
So come and visit, explore and find,
A Sydney state of mind,
A place where dreams come alive,
And the beauty of life thrives.
Prompt: A visionary mind with boundless scope,
Elon Musk, a man of hope,
Changing the world with every thought,
Innovation, his legacy sought.
Electric cars that run on dreams,
Space rockets, reaching new extremes,
Solar power, sustainable fuel,
Musk's ideas, a future so cool.
From PayPal to Tesla, SpaceX to Neuralink,
Musk's ventures are on the brink,
Of shaping the world as we know it,
With technology, he aims to show it.
Though his ambition may seem grand,
Musk's drive and passion take command,
A man of action, with a mind so bright,
Elon Musk, a force to take flight.
Prompt: In a tiny cage, a hamster lay,
Dreaming of adventure far away,
Until one day, a time machine appeared,
And the hamster's heart was filled with cheer.
He scurried in, and set the dials,
As the time machine started with a smile,
The hamster journeyed through time and space,
Discovering new worlds and new places.
He visited ancient Rome, and saw the gladiators fight,
He sailed with Vikings on the open seas at night,
He traveled to the future, where robots ruled,
And met aliens in a galaxy so cool.
But as the hamster journeyed through time,
He realized that something was on his mind,
He missed his home, his cage, his wheel,
And the love of his human friend so real.
So he set the time machine to take him back,
To his cage, his food, his cozy shack,
And as he scurried back to his little space,
He felt a smile spread across his face.
For though he traveled far and wide,
It was the simple joys of home that made him feel alive,
And the love of his human friend so dear,
That filled his heart with happiness and cheer.
Prompt: The best AI generated artwork of intensified raindrops splattering onto a crystal depp red cherry, dark background bright green leaves wetted by water droplets and transparent
Prompt: Amidst the fog and dreary mist,
The traveler wandered, lost and missed.
His compass gone, his path unclear,
He journeyed on, gripped by fear.
The North Star hid behind the clouds,
No direction found, no way out.
But in his heart, a light did shine,
A hope that guided him just fine.
For though the compass may be lost,
The will to seek, at any cost,
Will lead you to the place you seek,
And make the journey less oblique.
So onward still, the traveler pressed,
His heart and soul, put to the test.
Until at last, he found his way,
And emerged into the light of day.
Prompt: The hourglass, old and grim,
Sand a tale of time and sin.
Ghosts dance, haunting the moments,
Whispers and moans, eerie components.
Sands slip away, specters play,
Beckon and call, time ticks away.
Short time, but strong power,
Lingering, haunting, hour after hour.
Beware the haunted hourglass,
Ghosts amass, memories surpass.
Time's up, they'll be gone,
But their memory lingers on.
Prompt: Amidst the fields and rolling hills,
A story lies untold.
Of love and loss, of joys and thrills,
A tale forever bold.
The lonesome bard with harp in hand,
Strums out a haunting tune.
Of heroes brave and noble stand,
Beneath the silvery moon.
The maiden fair with golden hair,
Longs for her lover's return.
Her heart, it aches with deepest care,
For his embrace she yearns.
But fate, it has a cruel design,
And tears them far apart.
Their love, a flame that once did shine,
Now withers in the heart.
Yet still the ballad echoes on,
Through ages yet to be.
A testament to love long gone,
And all its mystery.
Prompt: Beneath the cloak of starry skies,
In the arms of night, my spirit flies.
The world asleep, in peaceful rest,
As I wander through the darkness blessed.
The moon above, a silver light,
Guiding me through the silent night.
My heart beats slow, my mind is clear,
As I let go of all my fear.
In the arms of night, I find my peace,
All worries and troubles, they all cease.
The stillness soothes my weary soul,
As I find myself becoming whole.
The world awakens with the morning light,
And in the arms of night, I bid goodnight.
For in that moment, I found my way,
And now I'm ready for a brand new day.
Prompt: Release the weight upon your shoulders,
Let it slip away,
Embrace the freedom of letting go,
And breathe a sigh of grace.
The past cannot be changed,
Tomorrow is not yet here,
Live in the present moment,
And let your heart draw near.
Forgive yourself and others,
For mistakes that have been made,
Embrace the joy of new beginnings,
And let the past slowly fade.
The freedom of letting go,
Is a gift that you can give,
To yourself and those around you,
And in it, truly live.
Prompt: Ocean Tides
The waves crash in, the rhythm so strong
A world of motion, where life belongs
So ride the tides, and feel the flow
And let the ocean tides, take you where you go.
Prompt: Midnight Dreams
The night is dark, the stars so bright
A world of magic, where dreams take flight
So close your eyes, and drift away
And let the midnight dreams, lead your way
Prompt: Infinite abyss below,
where creatures lurk and currents flow,
sunlight fades to inky blue,
the depths of the ocean, a world anew.
Darkness reigns in this domain,
unseen mysteries, hidden terrain,
secrets kept within the deep,
a world so vast, we can't even peep.
Life evolves in strange ways,
adaptations made to survive the craze,
in this watery realm of the unknown,
the depths of the ocean, a world alone.
Prompt: You may write me down in history
With bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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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