Burning Message: The Inferno scroll on a roll. terrible joke from a Mage to the barbarian
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Prompt: A roll of toilet paper, the roll of power, a roll to rule them all, printed as a single line of text on the roll is a text in glowing runes, runic letters of fire, the roll is on an old oak table in a hobbit house, Tolkien, lord of the rolls, runic text only one single line around the roll
Prompt: A floating cyclops ball with eye stalks and with red human style lips that surround a single central eye. Around the outside of the lower lip are by many tentacles dangling with eyes on the end. The central eye in the lips is that a beholder The background is that of the hendry forest with leafless gnarly looking trees and meandering hendry creek in the style of Flo 'n Images on a very misty day. Hairy bats are flying around, the bats are furry. Halloween ambiance with the witch at a slight oblique angle viewing the viewer
Prompt: a tiny Beautiful fairy with angelic face and translucent colorful wings standing in a sunlit meadow with flowers and butterflies and trees around it, oil painting. figures are in a much larger world
Prompt: A floating cyclops ball with eye stalks and with red human style lips that surround a single central eye. Around the outside of the lower lip are by many tentacles dangling with eyes on the end. The central eye in the lips is that a beholder The background is that of the hendry forest with leafless gnarly looking trees and meandering hendry creek in the style of Flo 'n Images on a very misty day. Hairy bats are flying around, the bats are furry. Halloween ambiance with the witch at a slight oblique angle viewing the viewer
Prompt: Paris, Montmartre with Sacre Coeur, art deco style, a city full of keeps for nobles. Tall towers, high curtain walls, taller keeps, and a castle in the middle.
Prompt: Guardians baseball cleveland baseball team. a fire fighter dressed in a guardians uniform cheering. a police woman dressed in a different guardians uniform cheering. a military man dressed in a guardians deew uniform cheering. and a medical dressed in a guardians uniform.
Prompt: A fantastical landscape featuring a centipede-like creature with a segmented carapace decorated with intricate patterns and shades of turquoise, cobalt, and gold. The creature has a distinctive, detailed head with insect features and dark insectoid eyes. Its armored body is supported by powerful, textured legs ending in clawed feet. An Amazon warrior dressed in medieval dress rides seated in a leather saddle on the creature's back. The warrior is clad in a layered outfit made of a mixture of leather and cloth, primarily in shades of brown and beige, with a hint of a chainmail-like texture beneath the outer garment. She is powerfully built and has a weathered complexion. In one hand she firmly grasps a short silver sword with an intricate pattern. The creature stands on a grassy plain with sparse shrubbery, against a dramatic backdrop of towering, rugged mountains partially obscured by a hazy sky. The lighting suggests midday, with clouds slightly obscuring the sunlight. The overall atmosphere combines elements of a high fantasy world with an epic, adventurous tone.
Prompt: A fantastical landscape featuring a centipede-like creature with a segmented carapace decorated with intricate patterns and shades of turquoise, cobalt, and gold. The creature has a distinctive, detailed head with insect features and dark insectoid eyes. Its armored body is supported by powerful, textured legs ending in clawed feet. An Amazon warrior dressed in medieval dress rides seated in a leather saddle on the creature's back. The warrior is clad in a layered outfit made of a mixture of leather and cloth, primarily in shades of brown and beige, with a hint of a chainmail-like texture beneath the outer garment. She is powerfully built and has a weathered complexion. In one hand she firmly grasps a short silver sword with an intricate pattern. The creature stands on a grassy plain with sparse shrubbery, against a dramatic backdrop of towering, rugged mountains partially obscured by a hazy sky. The lighting suggests midday, with clouds slightly obscuring the sunlight. The overall atmosphere combines elements of a high fantasy world with an epic, adventurous tone.
Prompt: A fantastical landscape featuring a centipede-like creature with a segmented carapace decorated with intricate patterns and shades of turquoise, cobalt, and gold. The creature has a distinctive, detailed head with insect features and dark insectoid eyes. Its armored body is supported by powerful, textured legs ending in clawed feet. An Amazon warrior dressed in medieval dress rides seated in a leather saddle on the creature's back. The warrior is clad in a layered outfit made of a mixture of leather and cloth, primarily in shades of brown and beige, with a hint of a chainmail-like texture beneath the outer garment. She is powerfully built and has a weathered complexion. In one hand she firmly grasps a short silver sword with an intricate pattern. The creature stands on a grassy plain with sparse shrubbery, against a dramatic backdrop of towering, rugged mountains partially obscured by a hazy sky. The lighting suggests midday, with clouds slightly obscuring the sunlight. The overall atmosphere combines elements of a high fantasy world with an epic, adventurous tone.
Prompt: A fantastical landscape featuring a centipede-like creature with a segmented carapace decorated with intricate patterns and shades of turquoise, cobalt, and gold. The creature has a distinctive, detailed head with insect features and dark insectoid eyes. Its armored body is supported by powerful, textured legs ending in clawed feet. An Amazon warrior dressed in medieval dress rides seated in a leather saddle on the creature's back. The warrior is clad in a layered outfit made of a mixture of leather and cloth, primarily in shades of brown and beige, with a hint of a chainmail-like texture beneath the outer garment. She is powerfully built and has a weathered complexion. In one hand she firmly grasps a short silver sword with an intricate pattern. The creature stands on a grassy plain with sparse shrubbery, against a dramatic backdrop of towering, rugged mountains partially obscured by a hazy sky. The lighting suggests midday, with clouds slightly obscuring the sunlight. The overall atmosphere combines elements of a high fantasy world with an epic, adventurous tone.
Prompt: fantasy breast plate armored old time Irish cop in a syut of armor colored like a police officers outfit arresting a criminal that is laying down and subdued and putting hand cuffs on the criminal make the hats like a police helmet
Prompt: lilly sackville baggins blonde female hobbit sorcerer finding the remains of the balrog a creature if shadow and flame on top of the mountain In the snow
Prompt: lilly sackville baggins blonde female hobbit sorcerer finding the dead body of the balrog a creature if shadow and flame on top of the mountain In the snow
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
Prompt: The city rose on low hills, like steps climbing to a center. Another wall encircled that center, shining pure white and running over the hills. Inside that were even more towers and domes, white and gold and purple, their elevation atop the hills making them seem to look down on the rest of Caemlyn. Rand thought that must be the Inner City of which Bunt had spoken.
The Caemlyn Road itself changed as soon as it was inside the city, becoming a wide boulevard, split down the middle by broad strips of grass and trees. The grass was brown and the tree branches bare, but people hurried by as if they saw nothing unusual, laughing, talking, arguing, doing all the things that people do. Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.
Prompt: The city rose on low hills, like steps climbing to a center. Another wall encircled that center, shining pure white and running over the hills. Inside that were even more towers and domes, white and gold and purple, their elevation atop the hills making them seem to look down on the rest of Caemlyn. Rand thought that must be the Inner City of which Bunt had spoken.
The Caemlyn Road itself changed as soon as it was inside the city, becoming a wide boulevard, split down the middle by broad strips of grass and trees. The grass was brown and the tree branches bare, but people hurried by as if they saw nothing unusual, laughing, talking, arguing, doing all the things that people do. Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
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
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Deep Dream
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