Prompt: Unlock your creativity, set it free
Embrace your inner child, set your spirit free
There's no limit to what you can do
Believe in yourself and your creativity too
With fear and doubt, you may struggle to cope
But let go of those thoughts and focus on hope
Use the morning pages to clear your mind
And create space for inspiration to find
Make creativity a part of your life
Not just for professionals, but for all who strive
To connect with their spirit, and find their way
To express themselves in their unique way
Remember to take care of yourself
With self-care, you can increase your wealth
Of creativity, inspiration, and joy
And find the strength to fully employ
Your creative potential, your unique voice
For it is only then that you can rejoice
In the power of creativity, and the gift it brings
To live a life full of creative things
So let the Artist's Way guide you on
Your journey to creative freedom and beyond
With these principles in mind, you'll find your way
To unlock your creativity, day by day.
Prompt: Unlock your creativity, set it free
Embrace your inner child, set your spirit free
There's no limit to what you can do
Believe in yourself and your creativity too
With fear and doubt, you may struggle to cope
But let go of those thoughts and focus on hope
Use the morning pages to clear your mind
And create space for inspiration to find
Make creativity a part of your life
Not just for professionals, but for all who strive
To connect with their spirit, and find their way
To express themselves in their unique way
Remember to take care of yourself
With self-care, you can increase your wealth
Of creativity, inspiration, and joy
And find the strength to fully employ
Your creative potential, your unique voice
For it is only then that you can rejoice
In the power of creativity, and the gift it brings
To live a life full of creative things
So let the Artist's Way guide you on
Your journey to creative freedom and beyond
With these principles in mind, you'll find your way
To unlock your creativity, day by day.
Prompt: Unlock your creativity, set it free
Embrace your inner child, set your spirit free
There's no limit to what you can do
Believe in yourself and your creativity too
With fear and doubt, you may struggle to cope
But let go of those thoughts and focus on hope
Use the morning pages to clear your mind
And create space for inspiration to find
Make creativity a part of your life
Not just for professionals, but for all who strive
To connect with their spirit, and find their way
To express themselves in their unique way
Remember to take care of yourself
With self-care, you can increase your wealth
Of creativity, inspiration, and joy
And find the strength to fully employ
Your creative potential, your unique voice
For it is only then that you can rejoice
In the power of creativity, and the gift it brings
To live a life full of creative things
So let the Artist's Way guide you on
Your journey to creative freedom and beyond
With these principles in mind, you'll find your way
To unlock your creativity, day by day.
Prompt: Unlock your creativity, set it free
Embrace your inner child, set your spirit free
There's no limit to what you can do
Believe in yourself and your creativity too
With fear and doubt, you may struggle to cope
But let go of those thoughts and focus on hope
Use the morning pages to clear your mind
And create space for inspiration to find
Make creativity a part of your life
Not just for professionals, but for all who strive
To connect with their spirit, and find their way
To express themselves in their unique way
Remember to take care of yourself
With self-care, you can increase your wealth
Of creativity, inspiration, and joy
And find the strength to fully employ
Your creative potential, your unique voice
For it is only then that you can rejoice
In the power of creativity, and the gift it brings
To live a life full of creative things
So let the Artist's Way guide you on
Your journey to creative freedom and beyond
With these principles in mind, you'll find your way
To unlock your creativity, day by day.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: A heart, cartooned and bright,
Beats vividly with life and light,
Its curves and crests, so vibrantly hued,
Its very essence, a love imbued.
A field of flowers, surrounds this heart,
A scene so lovely, it's truly an art,
The sky, a bright and endless blue,
As though nature itself, smiles on this view.
The heart, it beats with passion and grace,
Its colors as vibrant, as a sun-kissed face,
As the flowers sway in the gentle breeze,
The heart, it sings, and it does not cease.
Radiant and beaming, it shines in this field,
With love and light, it never will yield,
For it is a heart, so pure and true,
That its very essence, makes dreams come through.
Prompt: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Prompt: She moves with grace, a gentle soul
Her eyes a window to a heart of gold
A smile that brightens up the room
A heart that always makes room
For those who need a helping hand
She'll be there, she'll understand
Her love is strong, her spirit bright
She makes the world a little more right
She works hard, she never stops
Her dedication never flops
She takes on challenges with ease
And faces them with a quiet breeze
She's responsible and always true
She'll see a task through and through
And in the end, she'll take a bow
For a job well done, she takes her vow
She's beautiful, inside and out
Her heart is what it's all about
And when you're in her company
You feel a sense of tranquility
She's kind and loving, pure and true
A woman like her, there are so few
So when you meet her, hold on tight
And cherish her with all your might.
Prompt: She moves with grace, a gentle soul
Her eyes a window to a heart of gold
A smile that brightens up the room
A heart that always makes room
For those who need a helping hand
She'll be there, she'll understand
Her love is strong, her spirit bright
She makes the world a little more right
She works hard, she never stops
Her dedication never flops
She takes on challenges with ease
And faces them with a quiet breeze
She's responsible and always true
She'll see a task through and through
And in the end, she'll take a bow
For a job well done, she takes her vow
She's beautiful, inside and out
Her heart is what it's all about
And when you're in her company
You feel a sense of tranquility
She's kind and loving, pure and true
A woman like her, there are so few
So when you meet her, hold on tight
And cherish her with all your might.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: Born of the fiery depths of the earth,
An efreeti, with power and ferocity of great worth.
From ancient legends and tales untold,
A creature of might, with a heart of cold.
A jinn of the darkest hue,
With malevolence as its true virtue.
A demon of smokeless flame,
A creature that mortals cannot tame.
Its fiery eyes, ablaze with malice,
A visage that strikes terror with its prowess.
A body of smoke, yet made of steel,
Its power beyond what human minds can feel.
A master of magic, with spells of old,
A warrior of might, with battles untold.
An efreeti, feared by all,
A force of destruction, both great and small.
In barren lands, it makes its home,
A ruler of shadows and realms unknown.
Its power vast, its wrath immense,
A creature of pure malevolence.
From ancient lore and tales of old,
The efreeti's power and might unfold,
A being of darkness, with a heart of cold,
A creature of smokeless flame and iron mold.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man. Clone. Warrior. Galactic Expanse and heavens. Science Fiction. Struggle. Fear. Embrace of destiny.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man. Clone. Warrior. Galactic Expanse and heavens. Science Fiction. Struggle. Fear. Embrace of destiny.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man. Clone. Warrior. Galactic Expanse and heavens. Science Fiction. Struggle. Fear. Embrace of destiny.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Man. Clone. Warrior. Galactic Expanse and heavens. Science Fiction. Struggle. Fear. Embrace of destiny.
Prompt: her name is cristi. she is beautiful. She has a big white smile. . . and she has blue gray eyes. . . she's shyish, she's kind, and caring, possibly naive and lives in the right part of town, loves her children, has a complicated relationship with her parents and her strange lover who is typing this. She's a good friend and dreams of helping people in a job that matters.
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: The sea is my shepherd, I shall not want.
It makes me lie down in green pastures,
Beside still waters it leads me.
It restores my soul,
And guides me along the right paths
For the sake of its name.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil,
For you are with me;
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You spread a table before me
In the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil,
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of the sea
Forever.
Prompt: The wound is the place where the light enters you.
All day I think of those I love
And how much they've grown
Into life's elaborate tapestries
Of which I wanted to be a part.
I long to see their faces again,
To hear their laughter,
To feel the warmth of their embrace,
To be burned by the fire of their love.
Yet even as I yearn for their presence,
I know that I am not alone,
For their love burns within me,
Guiding me through the darkness,
And lighting my way home.
Prompt: The wound is the place where the light enters you.
All day I think of those I love
And how much they've grown
Into life's elaborate tapestries
Of which I wanted to be a part.
I long to see their faces again,
To hear their laughter,
To feel the warmth of their embrace,
To be burned by the fire of their love.
Yet even as I yearn for their presence,
I know that I am not alone,
For their love burns within me,
Guiding me through the darkness,
And lighting my way home.
Prompt: In the strategy of the martial arts,
In matters of the world,
One must be flexible, fluid, hard and soft.
This is called the principle of five attitudes in strategy.
Flexibility and fluidity are like water.
Water takes the shape of its container.
The harder the container, the stronger the water.
It is the same with people.
The stronger the person, the more flexible they become.
This is why water can conquer fire,
And why flexibility can conquer rigidity.
This is why in matters of strategy,
One must be flexible and fluid, hard and soft
Prompt: In the strategy of the martial arts,
In matters of the world,
One must be flexible, fluid, hard and soft.
This is called the principle of five attitudes in strategy.
Flexibility and fluidity are like water.
Water takes the shape of its container.
The harder the container, the stronger the water.
It is the same with people.
The stronger the person, the more flexible they become.
This is why water can conquer fire,
And why flexibility can conquer rigidity.
This is why in matters of strategy,
One must be flexible and fluid, hard and soft
Prompt: A crucified Marilyn Monroe
She was a goddess of beauty, sex, and fame,
A shining star that lit up the stage.
Desire and love surrounded her name,
Her smile, her laugh, a constant thrill of joy.
But fame and beauty came with a price,
A life of constant scrutiny and strife.
Her beauty and desire fueled the fire,
Of those who sought to control her life.
She was a victim of her own success,
Her downfall and destruction was in sight.
Tragedy and pain were the only guests,
In a life that was anything but bright.
She lived and died in a blaze of glory,
Her beauty and fame her one true story.
A symbol of tragedy and pain,
A victim of the world that sought to chain.
Her life was a journey of ups and downs,
A battle between beauty and fame.
Her death a mystery that still astounds,
A symbol of what could have been.
So let us remember Marilyn Monroe,
Not just as a sex symbol or fame.
But as a woman who struggled to grow,
And suffered the consequences of her claim.
Prompt: A crucified Marilyn Monroe
She was a goddess of beauty, sex, and fame,
A shining star that lit up the stage.
Desire and love surrounded her name,
Her smile, her laugh, a constant thrill of joy.
But fame and beauty came with a price,
A life of constant scrutiny and strife.
Her beauty and desire fueled the fire,
Of those who sought to control her life.
She was a victim of her own success,
Her downfall and destruction was in sight.
Tragedy and pain were the only guests,
In a life that was anything but bright.
She lived and died in a blaze of glory,
Her beauty and fame her one true story.
A symbol of tragedy and pain,
A victim of the world that sought to chain.
Her life was a journey of ups and downs,
A battle between beauty and fame.
Her death a mystery that still astounds,
A symbol of what could have been.
So let us remember Marilyn Monroe,
Not just as a sex symbol or fame.
But as a woman who struggled to grow,
And suffered the consequences of her claim.
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.
