Prompt: landscape with a frozen lake and riverbank with bushes and trees and a red barn, in the background picturesque mountains, winter scene with snow and snowfall
Prompt: A beautiful maiden with extrémely long wavy streaked blonde hair and huge bluegrey eyes sitting by her spinning wheel 8n the style of Thomas Kinkade
Prompt: official face and shoulders portrait of Robert De Niro as a happy victorian gentleman in front of a bookcase, male, cheerful, detailed face, 19th century, highly detailed, cinematic lighting, digital art painting by greg rutkowski
Prompt: official face and shoulders portrait of Danny Glover as a happy victorian gentleman in front of a bookcase, male, cheerful, detailed face, 19th century, highly detailed, cinematic lighting, digital art painting by greg rutkowski
Prompt: a pale victorian china doll with vampiric features sitting on a graveyard wall, gloomy forest background, muted colour intricate hyperdetailed Tomasz Alen Kopera maximalism futuristic 8K polished
Prompt: "A Hyper realistic digital art of a hyper-detailed cinematic composition of an ancient temple on a cliff in the forest rendered in Circles sunset, by Greg Rutkowski James Gurney , hues of cold colors, fog far in the distance, , vanishing points, depth of field, detailed matte painting" In style of Palmira
Prompt: portrait of a fantasy flower, in style of kukula, digital painting, fantasy, oil on canvas, beautiful, high detail, crisp quality, cinematic postprocessing.
Prompt: With a saxophone in hand,
He takes his place in the jazz band.
A maestro of the soulful sound,
Bringing melodies to life, renowned.
With fingers dancing on the keys,
He weaves a tale that surely frees,
His saxophone sings with sweet delight,
A symphony that takes flight.
His breath controls the notes' refrain,
Emotion pouring like sweetest rain,
A rhythm that makes bodies sway,
As he plays the night away.
In dim-lit clubs or concert halls,
His saxophone enchants and enthralls,
A virtuoso in the spotlight's glow,
A jazzman with a passion that does show.
So let us revel in his art,
The saxophone player's work of heart,
A master of the jazzman's trade,
Whose music will never fade.
Prompt: Dapper Dan, so debonair,
With a suit and tie, beyond compare,
His style, unmatched, from head to toe,
A true fashion icon, as many know.
A dashing hat atop his head,
A pocket square of silk, blood red,
His shoes shined bright, oh, what a sight,
Dapper Dan, a gentleman of the night.
His confidence radiates, so refined,
His charm and wit, truly divine,
A smile that dazzles, a twinkle in his eye,
As he strolls down the street, heads turn with a sigh.
From his tailored suit to his polished cane,
Dapper Dan's fashion is never in vain,
He's a sartorial king, a dandy so grand,
A true style maven, in a league that's grand.
So here's to Dapper Dan, with his flair and grace,
A dashing figure, a style ace,
He's a sartorial delight, a fashion fan,
Forever in vogue, the one and only Dapper Dan.
Prompt: A party's planned, it's a special day,
For little Ray, in every way,
He's turning five, so full of cheer,
With a birthday bash, oh so near!
Balloons are blown, streamers are hung,
Cake is baked, and songs are sung,
Presents wrapped, with bows so bright,
A day of pure delight in sight.
Friends arrive with gifts in hand,
Excitement spreads throughout the land,
Games and laughter fill the air,
As Ray's birthday becomes a shared affair.
With a cake so sweet, and candles aglow,
Ray makes a wish, and lets it go,
He blows them out with all his might,
A moment filled with pure delight.
Happy smiles, and joyful cheer,
As Ray turns five, another year,
A day to cherish, full of play,
Happy birthday, Ray, hip hip hooray!
Prompt: On a remote island, far out to sea,
Lies a place of wonder, a mystery to decree,
With statues tall, stoic and grand,
A sight to behold, across the land.
Easter Island, its name renowned,
A land of marvels, ancient and profound,
Monolithic statues, carved from stone,
Stand in silence, their secrets known to none.
How were they made, and why they stand,
What stories do they hold, across the land?
Eyes that gaze towards the sky,
Unveiling mysteries that still defy.
Legends whisper, tales are spun,
Of a culture lost, a people undone,
Of rivalry and strife, of ancient lore,
Carved into the statues, a history to explore.
But through the ages, they still remain,
A testament to human skill and pain,
A reminder of a culture's past,
A treasure that will forever last.
Enigmatic Easter Isle, a wonder to behold,
A land of mystery, a story yet untold,
Standing proud, against the test of time,
A riddle to unravel, a poetic rhyme.
Prompt: At the bus stop, I stand in queue,
With eager eyes and spirits high,
Hoping for the bus to come into view,
Underneath the bright blue sky.
I check my watch, the time goes by,
Impatience starts to creep and grow,
As I cast my gaze up to the sky,
And pray for the bus to show.
The sun shines bright, the day is warm,
But my patience starts to wear thin,
As I fidget and I squirm,
And the bus stop crowd begins to thin.
I look around, and notice the sights,
People rushing, cars whizzing past,
I wonder if the bus has taken flight,
And if this wait will ever last.
Finally, I spot the bus in sight,
My heart leaps up with joyous glee,
I step on board with pure delight,
Ready to embark on my journey free.
As the bus pulls away from the stop,
I find a seat and settle in,
Grateful that my wait is now atop,
And my adventure can begin.
So, at the bus stop, I learned to wait,
With patience and a hopeful heart,
For life's surprises, big and great,
And the journeys that they impart.
Prompt: In ancient days, a flood did rise,
Engulfing lands beneath the skies,
But one man found God's favor true,
Noah, faithful and steadfast too.
"Build an ark," the Lord did say,
"To save the creatures, come what may,
Gather them in, both great and small,
Two by two, and heed My call."
With hammer, saw, and sweat of brow,
Noah built the ark, just as, somehow,
The animals came, in pairs they came,
Seeking shelter from the rain.
From lions fierce to doves so meek,
From elephants with trunks that speak,
Noah welcomed all with care,
On his ark, a floating lair.
As the rains fell and waters roared,
The ark a refuge firmly soared,
Till the floods receded, skies turned bright,
Noah's faith had saved the light.
With rainbow painted in the sky,
God's promise shone, and Noah's eye,
Knew that his ark had saved the day,
And life on Earth in a new way.
So, remember Noah's tale so grand,
Of faith and courage, hand in hand,
A testament to love and grace,
In a world where goodness finds its place.
Prompt: Behold the final chapter's call,
As visions dark and mysteries enthrall.
The Book of Revelations, bleak and bright,
Unfurls its truths with prophetic might.
A thousand years of peace and rest,
A boundless time, divinely blessed.
Satan bound, his power restrained,
Goodness prevails, evil detained.
The martyrs rise, their souls set free,
Rejoicing in eternity.
They reign with Christ, in glory's light,
Clothed in white, pure and bright.
But lo, the final battle looms,
As Satan breaks his thousand-year tombs.
He rallies armies, dark and dire,
To wage a war, a last desire.
Fire from heaven, swift and sure,
Consumes the enemy, evil pure.
Satan's defeat, his final fall,
The Lamb of God, victorious over all.
The Great White Throne, a solemn sight,
Where judgment reigns, both day and night.
Books are opened, deeds laid bare,
None can escape, no soul can spare.
The dead are judged, small and great,
According to their earthly state.
The sea gives up its restless dead,
As Death and Hades yield their dread.
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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