Prompt: In Michigan, as autumn unfolds,
A cider mill, a story told,
Where apples aplenty, hang from trees,
Awaiting their fate, with eager ease.
The air is crisp, with a hint of chill,
As cider mill wheels, turn with thrill,
Crushing apples, into a mash,
Sweet aroma, a fragrant splash.
The press comes next, with wooden creak,
Squeezing juice, so pure and sleek,
Amber liquid, flows in a stream,
A taste of fall, a cider dream.
Families gather, young and old,
To savor cider, hot or cold,
With cinnamon, a spicy note,
And donuts sweet, a special vote.
The orchard, a colorful sight,
With apples red, yellow, and bright,
Pumpkins dotting, the farm fields,
Nature's bounty, a harvest yield.
Kids play games, amidst the trees,
As leaves crunch, beneath their knees,
Hayrides roll, with laughter's peal,
A cider mill, a festive feel.
In Michigan's fall, a cherished thrill,
A cider mill, atop the hill,
Where memories made, and stories spun,
In a season of warmth, and apple fun.
Prompt: Live today with love and grace,
Like Jesus' presence in every place.
With kindness, compassion, and forgiving heart,
Spreading peace, a healing art.
Give to others, selflessly share,
Embrace humanity with a soul that cares,
Help the needy, lift the low,
Like Jesus did, let love overflow.
Live today as if it's the final day,
With humble faith, along the way,
Serving others with a selfless heart,
Following Jesus' teachings, never apart.
For tomorrow is uncertain and unknown,
But today, let Jesus' love be shown,
In every word, in every deed,
Living like Jesus, a righteous creed.
So, cherish today, live with love,
Reflecting Jesus' light from above,
In every moment, let His love shine,
Living like Jesus, a life divine.
Prompt: Grateful indeed, my heart's aglow,
For blessings that in my life do flow.
A warm embrace, a gentle smile,
Makes life's journey truly worthwhile.
A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day,
A helping hand to guide my way.
A song that lifts my spirit high,
Grateful indeed, with tears in my eye.
For love and laughter, joy and cheer,
For cherished moments, oh so dear.
For friends and family, near and far,
Grateful indeed, wherever we are.
In every challenge, every test,
Grateful indeed, I am truly blessed.
For life's abundance, big and small,
Grateful indeed, I give my all.
So let us pause and take a pause,
To count our blessings without a cause.
Grateful indeed, let's sing and shout,
For life's wonders, inside and out.
Prompt: Conservative and true,
Old ways they always knew.
Traditions, tried and tested,
In values they invested.
Change, they view with caution,
Preserving old-time ration.
They cherish history's lore,
And customs held of yore.
Steadfast in their beliefs,
They stand with sturdy leaves.
Respect for authority,
And fiscal responsibility.
They value family ties,
And faith that never dies.
With pride in their nation,
They uphold its reputation.
So in this modern day,
They hold their ground and say,
"We'll stand with timeless grace,
In our conservative space."
Prompt: Amidst the woods, so calm and green,
A sight to behold, a tranquil scene.
Leaves rustle gently, in a soft embrace,
Creating melodies, full of grace.
With a gentle breeze, they come alive,
In a symphony that makes us thrive.
They whisper secrets, ancient and old,
Tales of nature, untamed and bold.
They dance and twirl, in nature's play,
Rejoicing in the light of day.
Their hues of gold, red, and brown,
Painting the forest, a nature's crown.
They flutter down, with a gentle kiss,
Landing softly, in a gentle bliss.
Blanketing the earth, in a silent bed,
A reminder of nature's wisdom, widely spread.
So let us listen, with hearts attune,
To the whispering leaves, beneath the moon.
A reminder of nature's beauty and grace,
A symphony that time cannot erase.
Prompt: In the land down under, so far away,
A koala bear sleeps through the day,
High in a tree, he's perched up high,
Under the eucalyptus sky.
His fur is soft, his eyes so bright,
He dreams of stars that twinkle at night,
Of munching on leaves, fresh and green,
A quiet life, serene and serene.
With a gentle yawn, he stirs from rest,
He wakes up slowly, feeling blessed,
He stretches out each furry paw,
Ready for another day to draw.
A marsupial so cute and rare,
In his eucalyptus-scented lair,
A sleepy koala, so content,
In his world, so innocent.
So, let us cherish this furry fellow,
Whose dreams are calm, whose days are mellow,
A symbol of nature's gentle grace,
The koala's world, a special place.
Prompt: A man of wisdom, old and sage,
With a long beard that graced his age.
His whiskers flowed in snowy white,
A regal mane, a majestic sight.
Each strand held stories, secrets deep,
A lifetime of wisdom to always keep.
His beard a map of his worldly lore,
A treasure trove of knowledge galore.
People sought him from far and wide,
For counsel and guidance, by his side.
He dispensed wisdom with gentle grace,
His beard a symbol of wisdom's embrace.
In his eyes a twinkle, a knowing smile,
His beard a symbol of wisdom's trial.
A man of years, a man of might,
"The Bearded Sage" shining bright!
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,
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 Poltergeist, a haunting fright,
A ghostly presence in the night.
With objects moving on their own,
A paranormal mystery to be known.
Doors slamming shut, and windows rattle,
Furniture moving, like a ghostly battle.
Lights flickering, and strange noises abound,
A Poltergeist, an eerie phenomenon, profound.
A mischievous spirit, causing fear,
Playing tricks, that are unclear.
A presence unseen, yet strongly felt,
A Poltergeist, a haunting mystery to be dealt.
But what lies beneath, the ghostly show,
A restless soul, seeking to bestow.
A story untold, a message to convey,
A Poltergeist, a spirit in disarray.
With compassion and understanding sought,
The Poltergeist's story can be brought.
Peace can be found, with empathy and light,
A resolution reached, to set things right.
Prompt: Salty sneakers, worn and frayed,
A tale of journeys, long and laid,
Traveled far and traveled wide,
Through sand and surf, with joy and pride.
They've trekked along the sandy shores,
Where crashing waves, their melody roars,
Leaving traces of saltwater brine,
A testament to adventures divine.
They've hiked up mountains, rocky and steep,
Where trails are rugged, and valleys deep,
Leaving imprints on the rugged terrain,
A story of resilience, hard to explain.
They've wandered through forests, lush and green,
Where mossy paths are serpentine,
Leaving footprints in the softest loam,
A memory of nature's welcoming home.
These salty sneakers, weathered and worn,
Hold memories of adventures born,
They carry stories of journeys past,
Of steps taken, both slow and fast.
For every journey, a tale to tell,
Of salty sneakers, worn so well,
A testament to wanderlust's call,
A reminder of the world's grand sprawl.
Prompt: In Southend town, a legend goes,
Of Ratman, feared by friends and foes,
A creature small, but oh so sly,
With cunning eyes and a tail held high.
Rumors whisper of a human form,
With rat-like features, a fearsome norm,
A figure elusive, quick and sleek,
Living in shadows, a mystery to seek.
Some say he scurries through the night,
In hidden tunnels, out of sight,
Feasting on scraps and stolen fare,
A creature of darkness, beyond compare.
Others claim he's a myth, a tale so tall,
A figment of fear, not real at all,
But those who've glimpsed his eerie gaze,
Are left with chills and a sense of daze.
So, beware the Ratman of Southend's lore,
A creature feared, but never ignored,
A legend whispered, a mystery untold,
In the town of Southend, so the stories are told.
Prompt: From the deep, it rises up,
A phantom of the sea, with a deadly cup,
A creature of mystery, of power unknown,
The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues, a fearsome throne.
With scales of silver, and eyes of red,
It moves with grace, and leaves us in dread,
No mortal can stand against its might,
The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues, a terrifying sight.
It brings destruction, and leaves us in awe,
As it emerges from the ocean's maw,
And though we may try, we may never succeed,
In defeating the phantom, we can only concede.
So beware the sea, and its mysterious ways,
For the Phantom from 10,000 Leagues may yet amaze,
And though we may fear, we must always believe,
In the power of the unknown, the phantom's achieve.
Prompt: The solitary moon,
Drifts across the night.
A glowing orb of silver,
That fills the sky with light.
It wanders through the stars,
In a path all its own.
A beacon in the darkness,
That's never alone.
It watches over us,
Through the night so still.
A constant companion,
That we can feel.
The solitary moon,
A symbol of peace.
A reminder of the beauty,
That never seems to cease.
Prompt: In the darkness of life's trials,
We may feel lost in endless miles,
But even in the deepest gloom,
There's always hope beyond the room.
Though shadows loom and doubts prevail,
The light at the end of the tunnel won't fail,
It shines with grace, a guiding star,
To lead us through from near or far.
Though the path ahead may seem unclear,
And obstacles may cause us fear,
We press on with determined might,
For the light at the end is within our sight.
And as we journey through the night,
The light grows brighter, a radiant sight,
With every step, we move ahead,
Towards the light, we've always led.
So take heart, and don't despair,
The light at the end is always there,
A beacon of hope, a guiding force,
Leading us through life's winding course.
Prompt: The dreams we chase with all our might,
The visions that keep us up at night,
The passions that drive us to be,
The best version of ourselves we see.
We strive to reach that distant star,
To break free from who we are,
To soar above the mundane life,
And shine as bright as the sun's light.
The road ahead may be long and hard,
But we won't give up, we'll play our card,
We'll keep on climbing, keep on trying,
For the dreams we chase are worth the crying.
And though we stumble, and we fall,
We'll rise again, and give it our all,
For the dreams we chase are what define,
The purpose of our fleeting time.
So let us hold on to our dreams,
And never give up, no matter how extreme,
For the dreams we chase are the fire within,
And with them, we can conquer any sin.
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.
