Prompt: Vector style, the abstract painting of a punkrock teen girl, artistic flat illustration, cyber punk minimal figure art, soft colors mono chromatic, art in the style of Bryan Frost
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 '67 Detroit, a city aflame,
Fires of anger, a community in pain.
A spark ignited, a tinderbox of rage,
Years of injustice, bursting from the cage.
Discrimination, poverty, and despair,
Inequity and oppression, too much to bear.
Tensions simmered, frustrations grew,
Until the city erupted, in a fiery hue.
Protests turned violent, streets turned to war,
As people demanded justice, and so much more.
Angry voices, tear gas and smoke,
A city in chaos, the pain bespoke.
Buildings burned, windows shattered,
Lives lost, hopes scattered.
A city divided, a nation in shock,
As the flames of injustice, engulfed the block.
But in the midst of chaos, heroes arose,
Communities united, despite the foes.
Neighbors helped neighbors, across the divide,
Braving the turmoil, with hope as their guide.
1967 Detroit, a dark chapter in history,
A reminder of deep-rooted social misery.
A call for change, a plea for peace,
To heal the wounds, and make the strife cease.
Today we remember, with somber reflection,
The lessons learned, a call for introspection.
To stand against injustice, with courage and might,
And strive for equality, in the brightest light.
Prompt: High in the sky, with wings of steel,
A daring pilot, with nerves of steel.
A jet's thunder, a sonic boom,
A Top Gun pilot, in a daring zoom.
Maverick's the name, a legend in flight,
Pushing the limits, with all his might.
A rebel in the sky, a maverick heart,
Taking on challenges, tearing them apart.
Winging into danger, with a steady hand,
Fighting for honor, in a foreign land.
With Goose by his side, a trusted wingman,
They soar through the sky, according to plan.
A rush of adrenaline, a thrill in the air,
As they break the sound barrier, without a care.
Dogfights and missions, in the heat of the fray,
Top Gun pilots, leading the way.
Through the clouds and beyond the stars,
They chase their dreams, reaching far.
With skill and courage, they take to the sky,
Top Gun pilots, soaring high.
In the danger zone, where few can tread,
Top Gun pilots, the best of the best.
With hearts of valor, and wings of might,
They conquer the sky, day and night.
Prompt: A desert jewel, a creature rare,
Graceful form, a flowing air.
With coat of silk, and eyes that shine,
The Arabian horse, a treasure divine.
A fiery spirit, strong and bold,
A heart of courage, uncontrolled.
With hooves that thunder, swift and fleet,
A noble steed, a beauty complete.
Adorned with elegance, a regal stance,
A symbol of pride, a timeless dance.
With mane that billows, and tail that flies,
The Arabian horse, a sight that mesmerizes.
A loyal companion, a trusted friend,
A bond that lasts, until the end.
A partner in adventure, a heart so pure,
The Arabian horse, a treasure to endure.
In sands of deserts, where legends dwell,
The Arabian horse, a story to tell.
A creature of myth, a symbol of grace,
A timeless wonder, an epitome of race.
Prompt: Running with the Devil, a reckless race,
A high-stakes game, a perilous chase.
Through dark alleys, and fiery plains,
With adrenaline pumping, through pulsing veins.
A daring escapade, with risks untold,
A pact with danger, so bold and bold.
Chasing shadows, with a devil's grin,
Unaware of the trap, they're reeled in.
The thrill of speed, the rush of flight,
Running with the Devil, into the night.
Pushing limits, without a care,
Ignoring warnings, in the air.
But as the flames rise, and smoke fills the air,
Reality dawns, with a chilling stare.
The Devil's grip, tightens its hold,
As the consequences, unfold.
Regrets and fears, now creeping in,
As the race with the Devil, comes to its end.
Running with the Devil, a tempting thrill,
But the price to pay, can be uphill.
So be cautious, when making your choice,
For running with the Devil, may steal your voice.
Think twice, before you leap,
And remember, some paths are steep.
Prompt: White Boy Rick, a tale of youth,
A story of struggle, with shades of truth.
A boy caught in a world, dark and tough,
A path that led to danger, but also love.
With streets as his playground, and crime as his game,
He navigated a world, without any shame.
A pawn in a game, beyond his control,
A story that unfolded, with a gripping hold.
In the midst of chaos, he sought his way,
With dreams and aspirations, day by day.
But the world he knew, was ruthless and cruel,
A battle he fought, against the world's rule.
With family by his side, and a heart so strong,
He faced challenges, that seemed so wrong.
He made mistakes, and paid the price,
But his spirit persevered, against all vice.
White Boy Rick, a name that rings true,
A story of resilience, of daring and rue.
A journey of a boy, who rose above,
A tale of courage, and unyielding love.
Prompt: Alone and shunned, an outcast's plight,
Rejected, ostracized, from day to night.
Misunderstood, and judged too soon,
Their differences deemed, a cause for ruin.
They walk a path, less traveled by,
A solitary journey, under a sky.
Their heart heavy, with loneliness' weight,
Unseen, unnoticed, in a world of hate.
They long for acceptance, a place to belong,
To be understood, for who they are, so strong.
But they stand tall, despite the pain,
Unwilling to let their spirit wane.
For in their soul, a fire burns bright,
A resilience, a tenacity, a beacon of light.
They rise above, the judgment's sting,
Embracing their uniqueness, like a precious thing.
They find solace, in their own truth,
In their own worth, despite the bruise.
They pave their way, with courage and might,
A warrior, an individual, a soul's own right.
So let us see, beyond the surface cast,
And embrace the outcasts, with love that will last.
For in their differences, lies their strength,
A beauty unique, of immeasurable length.
Prompt: Fatima, a name so bright,
A beacon of strength, a guiding light.
With eyes that sparkle, and a heart so pure,
A soul that's kind, of that you can be sure.
Her laughter rings, like bells in the air,
Her smile shines, with a warmth so rare.
Her spirit shines, with grace and grace,
A gentle presence, that lights up any place.
Her love flows freely, like a river's stream,
Her compassion boundless, a beautiful theme.
She's there to lend a hand, when others are in need,
Her kindness blooms, like a flower's seed.
Fatima, a name that holds so much grace,
A soul that shines, in every place.
A friend, a sister, a guiding star,
A treasure cherished, both near and far.
Prompt: A sentinel stands, unwavering and true,
A protector, a shield, for the one they pursue.
A bodyguard, with unwavering might,
Guiding and guarding, both day and night.
With watchful eyes, and senses sharp,
They ward off danger, and keep foes at bay.
Their presence commanding, their vigilance keen,
A fortress of protection, strong and serene.
They walk in shadows, with silent grace,
Anticipating threats, in every place.
They shield their charge, with unwavering care,
A guardian angel, always there.
Through trials and challenges, they stand by their side,
A shield against harm, a beacon of pride.
They give their all, without asking for praise,
A bodyguard's duty, for all their days.
Their bond unbreakable, their loyalty true,
A bodyguard's heart, beats for their charge too.
They'll go to any lengths, to keep them safe,
A vow they've taken, with courage and faith.
So honor the bodyguard, with gratitude and awe,
For they're the ones who stand, when danger may draw.
A protector, a defender, through thick and thin,
A bodyguard's pledge, a hero within.
Prompt: A worn apron, with memories woven in,
Passed down by generations, kin to kin.
A mother's pride, a symbol of care,
A treasured relic, with stories to share.
Stains of love, from countless meals,
Spices and sauces, that made hearts feel.
Recipes handed down, with secrets untold,
In that old country apron, worth its weight in gold.
From dough kneaded with love, for bread so warm,
To pies and cookies, in perfect form.
From soups and stews, that simmered slow,
To dishes that delighted, with flavors that glow.
Through tears and laughter, and endless toil,
That apron witnessed, a mother's loyal moil.
A comforting presence, in the kitchen's heat,
A reminder of a mother's love, so sweet.
Now it's worn and frayed, with the passage of time,
But its value remains, like a precious dime.
For in that old country apron, memories are kept,
Of a mother's love, that never slept.
So cherish that apron, a treasure so rare,
For it holds the essence, of a mother's care.
A legacy of love, that's carried on,
In that old country apron, long after she's gone.
Prompt: A chessboard set, a challenge begun,
A game of strategy, under the sun.
A pawn moves first, with cautious step,
The queen's gambit, a daring prep.
Bishops and knights, rooks and king,
A battle of wits, an endless swing.
Tactics and moves, plotted with care,
A battle of minds, in a strategic affair.
The queen takes center stage, in regal grace,
A powerful piece, setting the pace.
She moves with grace, across the board,
Her strategy sharp, her vision broad.
Her opponents falter, in her cunning grasp,
Her moves calculated, no time to clasp.
She advances, with each calculated play,
Her mind sharp, in a strategic display.
Her opponents' defenses, she breaks through,
Her skill and prowess, a chess queen's true.
Her moves elegant, her strategy refined,
The queen's gambit, a legend enshrined.
Checkmate! She declares, with triumphant glee,
Her victory complete, for all to see.
A chessboard conquered, a strategic win,
The queen's gambit, a tale of skill and kin.
Prompt: Heart strings strum, a symphony of emotions,
A delicate dance, of love's endless notions.
Tugged and plucked, with gentle care,
A melody composed, in love's sweet air.
Notes of joy, like a springtime breeze,
Chords of passion, that set hearts at ease.
Harmonies of tenderness, soft and sweet,
Melodies of longing, that make hearts beat.
But heart strings also feel, the pain of loss,
Sorrow's lament, aching like a cross.
Tears that fall, like rain from the skies,
Heart strings weep, with melancholy sighs.
Heart strings bind, hearts together as one,
In a symphony of love, that's never done.
They play the music, of life's grandest art,
Guiding us on, in our soul's truest part.
So cherish the heart strings, that connect us all,
For they're the threads, that bind and enthrall.
In love's orchestra, they play a song so pure,
Heart strings' melody, forever shall endure.
Prompt: A daring heist, under the moon's soft glow,
A plan devised, with precision and know-how.
A team assembled, skilled and sly,
With nerves of steel, and hearts that fly.
They move in shadows, with stealthy grace,
Each step calculated, at a measured pace.
Eyes alert, ears attuned,
As they slip past guards, in a darkened dune.
Vaults and safes, with locks to crack,
Lasers and alarms, they must out-hack.
Obstacles faced, with skill and flair,
They overcome, with a determined air.
The prize in sight, a fortune untold,
A treasure coveted, a treasure bold.
They move with speed, hearts racing high,
Adrenaline surges, as they reach the sky.
They make their escape, with cunning and speed,
A thrilling chase, as they take the lead.
Through narrow alleys, and winding streets,
They vanish into the night, with their loot so sweet.
A heist so daring, a feat of skill,
A tale of cunning, against all will.
They celebrate, with laughter and cheer,
For a heist well-done, with nothing to fear.
But caution whispers, in the back of their mind,
For thieves are hunted, by law enshrined.
They disappear into shadows once more,
A legacy of the heist, to forever endure.
Prompt: In a winter's night, when snowflakes dance,
A tale unfolds, of a girl's romance.
Born of frost, in a world so cold,
A snow girl formed, a story to be told.
Her beauty shone, like glistening ice,
Her smile pure, her heart so nice.
Her eyes sparkled, with a frosty gleam,
Her voice soft, like a winter dream.
She roamed the woods, with grace and poise,
Her laughter chimed, with winter joys.
She played with animals, her snowy friends,
Her laughter echoed, in frozen lands.
But deep inside, she felt a longing,
For warmth and love, a heartache thronging.
She yearned for touch, a human embrace,
To feel alive, with love's sweet grace.
One day, a boy, lost in the snow,
Stumbled upon her, all in a glow.
He was captivated, by her icy charms,
Her gentle ways, and her snowy arms.
He reached out, with gentle touch,
And the snow girl felt, a love so much.
Her icy heart, began to melt,
As warmth and love, upon her dwelt.
But alas, the winter sun, so bright,
Brought warmth and thaw, with its light.
The snow girl melted, into a stream,
Her love and memories, a winter's dream.
The boy wept, for his snow girl's fate,
But in his heart, she would always skate.
Prompt: A cabinet of curiosities, a treasure trove,
A collection of wonders, a mystic cove.
A cabinet adorned with oddities rare,
A place where marvels beyond compare.
Bottled specimens, preserved with care,
Strange creatures, with features rare.
Insects pinned, in dazzling arrays,
Gems and minerals, that capture gaze.
Artifacts from distant lands afar,
Ancient relics, with stories bizarre.
Mysterious objects, of unknown use,
Enigmatic clues, for the curious muse.
A feather from a mythical beast,
A fossil from a long-extinct feast.
A shrunken head, a mummified hand,
A unicorn horn, from a fabled land.
A mermaid's tail, a dragon's scale,
A meteorite, from a cosmic trail.
A potion brewed, with potent charm,
A vial of tears, from a fairy's arm.
Each curio, a tale to tell,
A mystery to unravel, a magic spell.
A cabinet of curiosities, a world so vast,
Where wonder and awe forever last.
Prompt: Lost in darkness, swallowed by despair,
A soul adrift, in a state of disrepair,
Condemned to suffer, in eternal plight,
A fate so cruel, devoid of light.
Guilt and regret, a heavy burden to bear,
Pain and anguish, a constant snare,
Hopes and dreams, now shattered and torn,
A heart once whole, now bruised and worn.
The flames of hell, a torment so deep,
No respite, no solace, just endless weep,
Condemned to wander, in a desolate land,
Where anguish reigns, with an iron hand.
Oh, cruel damnation, a fate so dire,
A soul consumed, in a never-ending fire,
A plea for mercy, a desperate cry,
But silence echoes, as time drifts by.
In this abyss, where hope is lost,
A soul once pure, now forever tossed,
Damnation's grip, so dark and grim,
A tragic end, so cold and dim.
Prompt: In a distant galaxy, far beyond our reach,
A war was waged, with weapons that could breach.
The bendy pistols, fearsome and bold,
Were wielded by warriors, courageous and bold.
With barrels that twisted and flexed at will,
They fired energy blasts, with precision and skill.
Their shots curved and curved, in mesmerizing flight,
Striking targets with uncanny might.
The battles raged across stars and space,
As factions clashed in a cosmic race.
The bendy pistols, versatile and strong,
Became the key to victory, all along.
Warriors dodged and weaved, with agility and grace,
Using the bendy pistols to outpace.
Their shots curved around defenses, hitting true,
As they fought for their cause, with valor anew.
But amidst the chaos, a hero arose,
A champion with skills that no one could oppose.
With a bendy pistol, he blazed through the fight,
A legend in the making, shining bright.
He led his troops with unwavering might,
Firing bendy shots that curved with light.
His marksmanship, unmatched in the fray,
As he turned the tide, in a decisive way.
The Galactic Bendy Pistol Wars waged on,
Fueled by conflicts that seemed to spawn.
Prompt: In the courtroom, an eerie sight,
A zombie lawyer, risen from the night.
With hollow eyes and a tattered suit,
He sought justice, with an undead pursuit.
His arguments, a haunting tone,
As he defended clients, all alone.
With a raspy voice and a skeletal hand,
He argued fiercely, in a darkened land.
His mind a haze, memories faded,
Yet his legal prowess, never jaded.
He used his wits, his cunning mind,
To win cases of a different kind.
Undead but undeterred, he pressed on,
Fighting for the rights, long gone.
With a relentless spirit, a tenacious drive,
The zombie lawyer, truly alive.
Though his appearance sent chills down the spine,
He fought for justice, line by line.
A formidable opponent, a legal force,
A zombie lawyer, with no remorse.
In the courtroom, a chilling sight to see,
The zombie lawyer, with legal decree.
Undead, but still fighting the good fight,
A unique character, in the dark of night.
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: In the snowy woods, where silence reigns,
A figure clad in white, where magic remains.
A sorceress of winter's chill,
With powers beyond, a mystical thrill.
Her gown of frost, her cloak of snow,
Her breath a mist, with an icy glow.
Her hair like silver, her eyes aglow,
A vision ethereal, a mystical show.
She weaves her spells with icy touch,
Creating wonders, oh, so much.
A frosty landscape, a winter's scene,
Enchanting, mesmerizing, a frozen dream.
Her wand of ice, her staff of frost,
Her power unfathomable, at no cost.
She commands the cold, the frost, the ice,
In a realm of winter's beauty and vice.
Yet, beware, for her magic is not always kind,
Her heart can be cold, her intentions blind.
Her powers, like winter, can be harsh,
A force of nature, both beautiful and harsh.
But in her realm, a world of white,
There's beauty to behold, both day and night.
The glistening snowflakes, the icy glaze,
A wonderland of frosty maze.
So, behold the white witchery,
A mystical force, a winter's decree.
In her realm of frost and ice,
A world of magic, both cold and nice.
Prompt: Tucked away in a corner snug,
A little haven, a cozy bug,
A world of words, a treasure trove,
A book nook, where stories rove.
A cozy chair, a soft-lit lamp,
Inviting you to read and camp.
A blanket draped, for warmth and ease,
A cup of tea, a book to seize.
Shelves lined with tales, from every age,
Whispers of wisdom, from page to page.
Adventures grand, and mysteries untold,
In the book nook, stories unfold.
A window view, to let in light,
A glimpse of nature's wondrous sight.
A ray of sunshine, a touch of grace,
Illuminating the bookish space.
A quiet refuge, a world apart,
A sanctuary for the bookish heart.
Where imaginations come alive,
In the book nook, stories thrive.
Lost in pages, hours go by,
In the book nook, time can fly.
Characters become friends, worlds come alive,
In the book nook, where stories thrive.
So, step into the book nook's embrace,
Let words transport you to a different place.
A haven of stories, a literary escape,
The book nook, a cherished landscape.
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.
