Prompt: On a busy street corner, a man did stand,
With a sign in his hand, a humble demand.
"Will buy food," it read, in scrawled ink,
His eyes downcast, as he tried not to think.
He once had a job, a family too,
But life dealt him blows, and his luck was askew.
Now homeless and hungry, he pleaded for aid,
With a sign in his hand, a heart heavy with trade.
Passersby hurried, some stopped to stare,
But most just ignored him, with a distant air.
His stomach rumbled, as he held his sign tight,
Hoping for kindness, in the cold city's light.
Then one day, a stranger drew near,
With a warm smile and compassion sincere.
He handed him food, and listened with care,
To the man's story, so heavy to bear.
Moved by his plight, the stranger did more,
He offered him help, a chance to restore.
With a job and a home, the man found his way,
No longer needing, the Will Buy Food sign's display.
Grateful and changed, he paid it forward,
Helping others in need, as he had been spurred.
And the sign he once held, a symbol of his past,
Now a reminder of the kindness that forever will last.
Prompt: On the first day of Kindergarten, so bright and new,
A little one ventured, with heart all askew.
With backpack and lunchbox, and shoes neatly tied,
They stepped into a world, so vast and wide.
Excitement and nerves, all bundled in one,
As they waved goodbye to mom or dad, when all was done.
New friends to meet, and games to play,
Learning their ABCs, day by day.
The teacher greeted with a warm hello,
Making them feel safe, with a gentle glow.
Colors and shapes, and numbers to learn,
As the little one's curiosity did burn.
They painted and sang, and read stories aloud,
Joined in playground fun, with a joyful crowd.
Made towers of blocks, and built with clay,
The first day of Kindergarten, a grand display.
And as the day came to an end,
The little one felt a newfound friend.
With a smile on their face, they headed back home,
Eager for tomorrow, wherever they may roam.
For the first day of Kindergarten, a memory so dear,
A stepping stone to a future, full of cheer.
A world of discovery, so vast and bright,
The start of a journey, a beacon of light.
Prompt: two old married couple, sitting at a wooden table, in an old cottage, curtains in the window, flowers on the windowsill, an old clock on the wall,
Prompt: In the attic, tucked away,
A treasure from another day.
A lunchbox, old and worn,
Bearing memories, weathered and torn.
It once belonged to my dear sis,
A childhood keepsake, hard to miss.
With dents and scratches, a story to tell,
Of peanut butter sandwiches, and snacks so swell.
I remember her skipping to school,
With that lunchbox, so cool.
Her favorite cartoon characters adorned the lid,
A cherished possession, her lunchtime bid.
Inside, it held her little treats,
Delights that couldn't be beat.
A note from mom, with love and care,
And a juice box, a lunchtime fare.
Through the years, it served her well,
A trusty companion, a lunchtime spell.
But now it rests, in the attic's keep,
A reminder of memories, cherished and deep.
Though it's old and worn, it still shines bright,
With nostalgia's warm and golden light.
My sister's old lunchbox, a precious find,
A relic of the past, a memory kind.
Prompt: In the yard stands a jolly lawn jockey,
His presence whimsical, a bit rocky.
With painted face and uniform bright,
He welcomes guests both day and night.
A stoic sentinel of days gone by,
With a history that makes some sigh.
A symbol of an era long past,
Yet he stands strong, steadfast and fast.
His pose is proud, his stance is firm,
A figure of charm and unique term.
A silent guardian, watchful and keen,
A treasure of the lawn, a sight unseen.
Though controversies may sometimes arise,
His enduring presence still draws the eyes.
A nod to history, a touch of grace,
A lawn jockey's charm, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: The land once proud, now shrouded in gloom,
A nation torn apart, its people consumed.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of conflict, strife, and a nation's wail.
Rich in history, with culture so grand,
Her beauty and grace known throughout the land.
But greed and power brought forth the storm,
Leaving scars, a nation forlorn.
From Kiev's streets to Donetsk's plains,
The echoes of war, like haunting refrains.
Families torn apart, lives forever changed,
Innocent blood spilled, a nation estranged.
Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
Amidst the darkness, a will to fight.
For freedom and peace, they strive anew,
To heal the wounds, and start anew.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of resilience, courage, and a nation's sail.
May brighter days come, and peace be found,
In the hearts of Ukrainians, forever profound.
Prompt: Looking out my back door, a scene so serene,
Nature's canvas painted with colors so green.
Leaves dancing in the breeze, a gentle sway,
Birds chirping merrily, a blissful display.
A world of wonder, just beyond my sight,
A haven of beauty, a source of delight.
A symphony of life, in nature's grand show,
Looking out my back door, a sight to behold.
A sanctuary of peace, a quiet retreat,
Where worries fade, and stress finds defeat.
A glimpse of heaven, a moment of grace,
As I gaze outside, a smile on my face.
Nature's marvels, a gift to cherish,
A reminder of the wonders that never perish.
Looking out my back door, I am in awe,
Grateful for the beauty, without a flaw.
Prompt: On Daffodil Hill, a sight so bright,
Golden blooms catch the morning light,
They dance and sway in gentle breeze,
A chorus of yellows that truly please.
Their petals flutter, a cheerful hue,
Announcing spring, anew and true,
A burst of sunshine on the ground,
A treasure in nature's canvas, so profound.
As winter fades, and days grow long,
Daffodil Hill bursts into song,
A carpet of joy, a floral thrill,
Nature's masterpiece on Daffodil Hill.
Prompt: Tumbleweeds roll, across the plain,
Like nature's tumble and wild refrain,
They travel far, with no fixed course,
A symbol of freedom, an untamed force.
They dance and twirl, in the dusty air,
A desert ballet, beyond compare,
They roam the land, with whimsical grace,
Leaving trails of mystery in their trace.
They're nature's nomads, untethered and free,
A wandering wonder, for all to see,
A symbol of resilience, in arid lands,
Tumbleweeds, a symbol that forever stands.
Prompt: Larry the Cable Guy, a comedic king,
With his catchphrases, he'll make you sing,
"Git-R-Done!" he'll proudly shout,
Bringing laughter, without a doubt.
With his trucker hat and sleeveless shirts,
He'll crack you up with his down-home quirks,
Blue-collar humor, full of fun,
A comedic act that's second to none.
From stand-up stages to TV shows,
Larry's humor always flows,
He'll keep you laughing, mile after mile,
With his wit and charm, and that classic smile.
So grab a snack, sit back and grin,
As Larry the Cable Guy, reels you in,
He'll make you laugh 'til your sides are sore,
A comedic legend, forevermore.
Prompt: Out on the West Coast, where the sun sets low,
A salty breeze, and waves that glow,
There's a bluesy rhythm, in the air,
A soulful vibe, beyond compare.
Guitars wail, with a moody tone,
As singers croon, in a melancholy zone,
Tales of heartbreak, love gone wrong,
The West Coast Blues, a heartfelt song.
Drums keep time, with a steady beat,
Bass lines thump, with a pulsing heat,
Horns add flavor, to the groove,
As the West Coast Blues, begin to move.
It's a musical journey, with soulful notes,
From the golden beaches, to the foggy coasts,
A sound that resonates, with emotion deep,
The West Coast Blues, a treasure to keep.
Prompt: In the kitchen, sizzling hot,
A culinary twist, a daring plot,
An appetizer, bold and new,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a tasty cue.
Boiled to perfection, creamy and smooth,
With a touch of mayo, a flavor groove,
Seasoned just right, with spices bold,
A devilish treat, a story to be told.
Coated in batter, crispy and light,
Dipped in oil, a mouthwatering sight,
Fried to golden, with a satisfying crunch,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a tempting hunch.
Served with flair, on a platter grand,
A culinary creation, simply grand,
A delightful twist, on a classic dish,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a flavorful wish.
Prompt: Laws of old, divinely decreed,
In Exodus, Chapter Twenty-Two indeed,
Guiding lives with justice pure,
A moral compass to endure.
A thief who sneaks to steal by night,
Must make things right, make it right.
If caught, he must repay fourfold,
To compensate the loss untold.
If livestock strays or perishes,
The owner's tears, the law cherishes,
The thief must pay, his debt is due,
As restitution, just and true.
A fire spreads, consuming all,
The guilty pays, he cannot stall,
For if he neglects the utmost care,
He bears the blame, his fault laid bare.
In disputes and quarrels abound,
Resolution, fairness must be found,
Before the judges, truth unveiled,
And peace and justice never failed.
So heed these words, oh reader dear,
From Exodus, Chapter Twenty-Two, loud and clear,
A timeless guide, a moral view,
For righteous living, pure and true.
Prompt: On Sinai's peak, a wondrous sight,
Majestic in the morning light,
A covenant between God and man,
A sacred bond, a divine plan.
Moses climbed with chosen few,
To hear the voice, to gain a view,
Of God's glory shining bright,
A breathtaking, holy sight.
Seventy elders, they beheld,
The heavenly wonders, they were held,
In awe of God's presence near,
With reverence and holy fear.
The covenant sealed with blood,
A promise made, both firm and good,
Israel pledged, "We will obey,
All that the Lord commands today."
Moses and Aaron, Nadab, and Abihu,
And seventy elders, the chosen few,
Ate and drank in God's embrace,
Experiencing His boundless grace.
Exodus Chapter 24, a tale so grand,
Of God's covenant with His chosen land,
A testament of faith and might,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Prompt: God spoke to Moses on the mount,
With plans of beauty to recount,
A dwelling place, both grand and bright,
A sacred tent, a holy sight.
Exquisite curtains, dyed with care,
Fine gold and silver everywhere,
With acacia wood, skilled hands would craft,
The Tabernacle, a treasure to be left.
An Ark of gold, with cherubim,
A mercy seat, a throne for Him,
Inside, the tablets of the law,
A symbol of God's holy awe.
A table, too, with bread of show,
A lampstand with a radiant glow,
Altar of incense, sweet and pure,
The Tabernacle, a place secure.
With offerings given from willing hearts,
The Tabernacle, a work of art,
A dwelling place for God on earth,
A sanctuary of priceless worth.
Exodus Chapter 25, a blueprint true,
Of God's design, revealed anew,
A vision of splendor, a heavenly call,
To build a sanctuary for the Lord of all.
Prompt: Of curtains woven with threads of gold,
A sacred veil, both fine and grand,
Dividing the Holy from the outer land.
With blue, purple, and scarlet dyes,
And cherubim, a heavenly prize,
The veil adorned with skillful art,
A symbol of God's presence, set apart.
The veil, a barrier, yet a sign,
Of God's grace and love divine,
A reminder of His holiness,
A sanctuary, a place to bless.
Within the veil, the Ark would rest,
With tablets of stone, the law, the best,
The mercy seat, a throne so pure,
Where God's presence would endure.
Exodus Chapter 26, a story of the veil,
A symbol of reverence, without fail,
A reminder of God's presence near,
A treasure, holy and sincere.
Prompt: A basket brimming with furry joy,
A treasure trove of feline toy,
A sight that warms the heart so bright,
A basket full of kittens' light.
With playful paws and tiny meows,
They frolic, tumble, and arouse,
Their eyes so bright, their whiskers twitch,
In that basket, oh, how they bewitch.
They scamper, climb, and chase their tails,
Their antics fill the room with trails,
A bundle of fur, a ball of delight,
In that basket, a precious sight.
Oh, to hold those kittens close,
To feel their purring warmth impose,
A basket full of love so pure,
Their innocent hearts, a treasure sure.
So let us cherish this sight divine,
A basket full of kittens' shine,
A moment of joy, a memory sweet,
In that basket, love's own heartbeat.
Prompt: The scenery of sorrow in the rainy town, hyperdetailed defined oil painting, vibrant colors, polished divine photorealistic intricate complex HDR, amber glow,
Prompt: A pink jeep, vibrant and bright,
Roaming the desert, chasing the light,
A symbol of freedom, adventure's call,
Driving with purpose, standing tall.
Against red rocks and sandy dunes,
Under endless skies, beneath full moons,
A fearless ride through rugged terrain,
A daring spirit, unbound, untamed.
With wind-blown hair and sun-kissed skin,
A wild journey that's about to begin,
Exploring the unknown, blazing a trail,
Embracing the thrill, the wind's wild wail.
A pink jeep, a canvas for memories made,
On dusty roads, an escapade,
With laughter, stories, and friends to keep,
A heart full of joy, a soul so deep.
So let's hop in, buckle up, let's go,
Chasing horizons, with nowhere to slow,
A pink jeep ride, an adventure to keep,
A lifetime of memories, forever to reap.
Prompt: Moonshine in a mason jar,
A taste of magic, strong and pure,
Brewed in secret by the light of the moon,
A treasure hidden, a bootlegger's boon.
Clear as crystal, potent and bold,
A forbidden elixir, worth its weight in gold,
Crafted with care, with a touch of art,
Distilled in shadows, straight from the heart.
A jar that holds the moon's own light,
A whispered secret, a moonlit night,
With fire in the belly, a warmth inside,
A sip of moonshine, a thrilling ride.
Shared among friends, a bond so strong,
A toast to life, to laughter and song,
A taste of freedom, a rebel's delight,
Moonshine in a mason jar, a moonlit spirit's flight.
But watch your step, for it's not for all,
A daring venture, a risky call,
A sip too much, and you might see stars,
From moonshine in a mason jar, under moonlit bars.
So raise a glass, and share the cheer,
For moonshine's magic, is crystal clear,
A symbol of craft, a taste of lore,
Moonshine in a mason jar, forevermore.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 6,
A tale of visions, a prophetic fix,
The Lamb's opening of the seven seals,
Revealing events, the world's fate reveals.
The first seal broken, a white horse rides,
Conquering, victorious, a deceiver's guise,
A false peace proclaimed, but strife's lurking near,
Deception spreads, with a sinister sneer.
The second seal, a fiery red horse released,
War and bloodshed, the earth is creased,
Men slay each other, with weapons of hate,
Violence rampant, a dire state.
The third seal opened, a black horse rides,
Famine and scarcity, the world divides,
A voice cries out, "A quart of wheat for a denarius!",
As hunger grips, a haunting chorus.
The fourth seal broken, a pale horse appears,
Death and Hades, with their fearsome spears,
Claiming lives, with devastating might,
Pestilence and death, a somber sight.
The fifth seal opened, the martyrs' cry,
Under the altar, their souls do lie,
Calling for justice, avenge their blood,
Their faithfulness, in persecution's flood.
Prompt: A wondrous sight, appeared in the sky,
A woman adorned with the sun's bright dye,
Clothed with the moon, beneath her feet,
A crown of stars, a vision complete.
She was with child, about to give birth,
To the promised one, the hope of earth,
But a dragon red, with a venomous snare,
Waited to devour, with evil's glare.
The dragon, with its tail, swept a third of the stars,
To earth it fell, with darkened scars,
Seeking to devour the child with might,
But the child was caught up, in God's saving light.
The woman fled, to a place prepared,
By God's own hand, she was safely ensnared,
For time, and times, and half a time,
She was hidden from the dragon's crime.
A war in heaven, then did arise,
Michael and his angels, in battle guise,
Fighting the dragon, the ancient foe,
But it was defeated, cast down below.
The dragon, in rage, pursued the rest,
The offspring of the woman, he sought to infest,
Those who hold to God's testimony,
And follow His ways, with faithful glory.
But the woman was given wings of a dove,
To soar to safety, on wings of love,
Prompt: A fearsome beast rose from the sea,
With seven heads and ten horns, an eerie decree,
Blasphemous names adorned its frame,
And power and authority, it boldly claimed.
The beast was like a leopard, swift and sly,
Its feet like a bear, ready to pry,
Its mouth like a lion, roaring loud,
Exuding power, drawing a crowd.
The world marveled, in awe and dread,
And followed the beast, with hearts misled,
They worshiped it, in awe-struck awe,
Admiring its power, with trembling jaw.
The beast was given, by the dragon's might,
Authority to rule, with great fright,
For forty-two months, it held sway,
Enforcing its mark, in a dire display.
A mark upon the hand, or on the head,
A number, the mark of the beast, widespread,
No one could buy, or sell, or trade,
Without the mark, a choice to be made.
But those who refused, to bow and kneel,
Were persecuted, with wounds to heal,
They held on to faith, unwavering strong,
Enduring tribulation, amid the throng.
Another beast, with lamb-like guise,
Exercised authority, with cunning eyes,
Prompt: The time had come, the final phase,
God's wrath poured out, in fearful blaze,
Seven bowls, filled with plagues dire,
Bringing judgment, with unquenchable fire.
The first bowl poured, upon the earth,
A grievous sore, of painful birth,
Afflicting those who worshiped the beast,
A painful reminder, of their idolatrous feast.
The second bowl, upon the sea,
Turned it to blood, as far as the eye could see,
All creatures died, in the crimson tide,
A devastating blow, to the waters wide.
The third bowl poured, upon the rivers and springs,
Turned them to blood, with toxic stings,
A just retribution, for shedding blood,
God's righteous judgment, a divine flood.
The fourth bowl poured, upon the sun,
Scorching with fire, as God's will was done,
Intense heat, with searing pain,
A consequence, for rebellion's stain.
The fifth bowl poured, upon the throne of the beast,
Plunging it into darkness, the utmost feast,
A kingdom in chaos, a reign in strife,
God's judgment, cutting off the false life.
The sixth bowl poured, upon the Euphrates river,
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.
