Prompt: Mom's old roller skates,
In the closet they patiently wait.
Their leather worn and wheels rusted,
But memories of fun, never to be busted.
With laces tied and a push to the ground,
She glided with grace, twirling round and round.
The rink was her stage, a place to shine,
Mom's old roller skates, forever in my mind.
Prompt: Rebel girl, full of fire and might,
With passion burning, shining bright.
A fighter, fearless, standing tall,
Challenging norms, breaking the wall.
Her voice, a weapon, sharp and clear,
Fighting for justice, year after year.
Her gaze, unwavering and strong,
Defying odds, proving them wrong.
Her spirit, wild, untamed and free,
A force to reckon with, you see.
She's unapologetic, true and bold,
A rebel girl, a story to be told.
So let her rise, let her shine,
In a world that needs her voice divine.
A rebel girl, a beacon of light,
Guiding us towards a future so bright.
Prompt: Winter's chill, so soon begun,
Lands on leaves and blades of sun,
A frozen kiss, a cold embrace,
Autumn's end, a swift-paced race.
Colors fade to white and gray,
Mornings crisp, with skies so pale,
Nights grow long, the days grow short,
Early frost, a sudden report.
Jack Frost paints with icy hand,
On the landscape, a wintry brand,
Sparkling crystals, glistening bright,
Nature's jewel in morning light.
Animals seek warmth and cover,
As frost creeps, a silent lover,
Yet in this chill, a beauty shines,
Nature's art, in frozen lines.
So let's embrace the frosty morn,
With hearts aglow, and spirits born,
For winter's chill, though bitter cold,
Brings wonder, joy, and tales untold.
Prompt: Fading into Stars
When you die and cease to breathe,
Your soul transcends, takes its leave.
Your body rests, so still and cold,
Yet in the heavens, you unfold.
A wondrous journey to begin,
Beyond this world, where angels spin.
You'll soar among the stars so bright,
A constellation in the night.
No more pain, no more sorrow,
No more worry for tomorrow.
Your spirit free, forevermore,
A cosmic dance, an endless tour.
Though you're gone, your light still shines,
A legacy that always climbs.
In memories cherished, hearts so dear,
Your essence lingers, crystal clear.
So, when you leave this mortal plane,
May your spirit rise and gain,
A place among the celestial art,
Forever shining, a work of heart.
Prompt: Fighting the Bottle, the Battle of Will
A tale of courage, a journey uphill
With every sip, its grasp grows tight,
A shadow lurking in the night,
A foe disguised as a friend,
A battle fought until the end.
At first, the taste, sweet and smooth,
A comfort sought to soothe,
But soon it grips, a vicious hold,
A trap that's cunning, cruel, and bold.
With strength and will, the fight begins,
A struggle against the bottle's sins,
A battle waged both day and night,
To break its grip, to see the light.
Through tears and sweat, the fight is long,
With stumbling steps, but standing strong,
Fighting urges, cravings, fears,
Conquering doubts, shedding tears.
And with each victory, a step ahead,
A newfound freedom, no longer led,
A life regained, a soul set free,
A brighter future yet to be.
So raise a toast, to battles won,
To overcoming, and rising sun,
A journey fought with heart and might,
A victory won, a shining light.
Prompt: In a meadow glade, 'midst flowers bright,
Stands a hive of bees, a wondrous sight,
A bustling home, a buzzing throng,
A symphony of life, a nature's song.
Worker bees with wings so fleet,
Collecting nectar, so sweet and neat,
Building combs of hexagonal cells,
Creating honey, nature's sweetest spells.
The queen, majestic, regal, grand,
With subjects loyal at her command,
Laying eggs, the next generation,
Ensuring the hive's vibrant continuation.
Guard bees vigilant and bold,
Protecting their hive from invaders, untold,
With stingers ready, they stand their ground,
Defending their home, a fortress profound.
The drone bees, few in number, yet vital,
Seeking queens in a dance so primal,
Their mission clear, to mate and sire,
A bee's purpose, a nature's desire.
Oh, the bee hive, a marvel to behold,
A bustling city, a world untold,
A hive of industry, a treasure trove,
Nature's masterpiece, a labor of love.
Prompt: Oh, the old Model T, a classic sight to see,
With its brass and steel, so simple and free.
A relic of the past, a treasure of the road,
A testament to ingenuity, a story yet untold.
Its engine roared with a rhythmic hum,
As it chugged along, its driver at the helm.
With wooden spokes and rubber tires,
It traveled miles and miles, igniting fires.
Through countryside and city streets it drove,
A symbol of progress, a machine to prove
That with innovation and a daring dream,
One could conquer new frontiers, or so it seemed.
From dusty roads to muddy tracks,
The Model T traversed, never looking back.
Its legacy lives on, in history's lore,
A timeless icon, forever to endure.
So here's to the old Model T,
A marvel of its time, for all to see.
A reminder of innovation's might,
A symbol of the past, shining bright.
Prompt: In Monet's Garden, a canvas of delight,
A symphony of colors, a breathtaking sight.
With brush and palette, he painted each day,
A masterpiece of nature, in a floral display.
Water lilies bloom in ponds serene,
Their petals delicate, a timeless scene.
Reflections dance in ponds so still,
As Monet captures nature's thrill.
Roses blush in hues of red and pink,
Their fragrance sweet, a sensory link.
Paths meander through lush greenery,
In Monet's Garden, a realm so free.
Sunlight filters through leaves of trees,
Birds chirp in chorus, a joyful tease.
With every stroke, Monet creates,
A masterpiece that captivates.
His art alive in blooms and leaves,
A treasure trove that forever weaves,
Nature's beauty with his skill,
In Monet's Garden, a world to thrill.
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: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 7,
A tale of redemption, a heavenly haven,
A vision of hope, amidst trials and woes,
Of God's faithful, in multitudes it shows.
John, the prophet, sees a great multitude,
No one could count, from every latitude,
Clothed in white, with palm branches in hand,
Worshipping God, in a joyous band.
Sealed with His mark, on their foreheads bright,
Protected and chosen, in His loving sight,
From every tribe, language, and nation,
A diverse assembly, in adoration.
They've come through great tribulation,
Washed in the Lamb's blood, a glorious salvation,
They cry out with praises, to the Lamb on the throne,
Their Shepherd, their Savior, their very own.
No more hunger, thirst, or scorching heat,
God Himself, their tears will gently beat,
He'll wipe away all sorrows from their eyes,
In His presence, eternal joy will arise.
Angels and elders, join in the praise,
Of the redeemed, in heavenly gaze,
Salvation belongs to our God and the Lamb,
Forever and ever, the eternal I AM.
Prompt: Behold, a vision grand and bright,
Of glory's city, bathed in light.
A New Jerusalem, divinely wrought,
Descends from heaven, a sight unsought.
No more tears, no more pain,
No more sorrow, no more stain.
God Himself, in radiant grace,
Makes His dwelling, in this holy place.
A bride adorned, in splendor dressed,
The Lamb's betrothed, eternally blessed.
A holy city, pure and bright,
A beacon of hope, a beacon of light.
Its walls of jasper, gates of pearl,
Reflecting God's glory, in a radiant swirl.
Foundations adorned with precious stones,
A sight that leaves all in awe-struck tones.
No need for sun or moon's embrace,
For God's glory shines in every space.
No darkness, no night, forever bright,
In this city of God's eternal light.
No sin or death, no curse or blight,
Only righteousness, pure and bright.
The Lamb of God, the eternal King,
Reigns in splendor, as angels sing.
And God Himself, with love and care,
Wipes away every tear, every despair.
His presence felt, by all who dwell,
In this city, where joy shall ever swell.
Prompt: The rains had ceased, the floods subsided,
The ark found rest, where God had guided,
On Ararat's peak, a refuge high,
Noah and his family, under God's sky.
For months they waited, in patient trust,
As waters receded, and dry land thrust,
The earth reemerged, with signs of new birth,
A fresh beginning, after the flood's girth.
Noah sent out birds, to explore the land,
A raven first, then a dove so grand,
The dove returned, with an olive leaf,
A sign of life, beyond the grief.
Noah knew, God's promise held true,
His faith unwavering, as skies turned blue,
He built an altar, an offering made,
To thank the Lord, for His grace displayed.
God smelled the fragrance, a pleasing scent,
And made a covenant, with love so lent,
To never again, destroy by flood,
A vow of mercy, that would hold good.
In Genesis, this chapter shines,
Of God's faithfulness, in darkest times,
Of Noah's faith, unwavering and strong,
And God's promise, to right the wrong.
So let us learn, from Noah's tale,
To trust in God, when storms assail,
To wait in faith, for His timing sure,
And find in Him, our anchor secure.
Prompt: Lot and Abram, on Canaan's land,
Their flocks and herds, at their command,
But strife arose, between their kin,
The land too small, to dwell therein.
So Abram said to Lot, his kin,
Let's part ways now, and not give in,
Choose where you'll go, to left or right,
I'll take the other, without a fight.
Lot looked around, with greedy eyes,
And chose the plains, a land that lies,
Toward Sodom's city, lush and green,
A choice that later would be seen.
But Abram stayed, in Canaan's land,
By faith he stood, and made his stand,
God promised blessings, without end,
To Abram and his seed, my friend.
In Sodom, Lot pitched his tent,
Among the wicked, his time was spent,
But trouble loomed, as war came near,
Sodom's king, he could not fear.
Lot was captured, with all he had,
Abram came, to make him glad,
He rescued Lot, with God's own might,
And brought him back, to Canaan's light.
In Genesis, this chapter shows,
Lot's choice, and how it rose,
Abram's faith, and righteous way,
God's blessings on him, day by day.
So let us learn, from Lot's mistake,
Not to choose by what we take,
But follow Abram's faithful path,
And trust in God, to avoid His wrath.
Prompt: A dance of elements, a mesmerizing sight,
Fire and ice, in a duet of delight,
They twirl and swirl in a cosmic trance,
In a fiery waltz, an icy dance.
Fire leaps and crackles with vibrant hue,
Its flames reach high, reaching anew,
It dances with passion, fierce and bold,
A blazing beauty, untamed and untold.
Ice glimmers and sparkles with icy sheen,
Its crystal facets, cold and serene,
It glides with grace, in a frigid embrace,
A frosty elegance, in a glistening chase.
They twirl and twist, in a cosmic ballet,
A dance of opposites, in perfect display,
Fire and ice, in a dance of extremes,
A mesmerizing spectacle, beyond our dreams.
The heat and cold, a harmonious blend,
In a dance of contrast, they transcend,
A symphony of elements, a cosmic embrace,
In the dance of fire and ice, a celestial grace.
So, let's behold this wondrous sight,
The dance of fire and ice, with pure delight,
For in their union, a magic is born,
A captivating spectacle, forever to adorn.
Prompt: In the soft glow of candlelight,
Whispers dance in the quiet night,
A flickering flame, a gentle glow,
As secrets shared, love's stories flow.
The warmth of the flame, a tender touch,
A love that's deep, it means so much,
The shadows dance, the whispers rise,
In the candlelight's romantic guise.
Two hearts entwined, side by side,
A love that's true, a love that's wide,
The flickering flame, a witness true,
To love's embrace, so pure and true.
In candlelight's embrace, they find,
A love that's pure, a love that's kind,
Whispers of love, like poetry spoken,
In the candlelight's glow, hearts awoken.
So let the candles whisper and glow,
A love that's eternal, a love that's aglow,
In candlelight's embrace, love's story told,
A love that's cherished, a love that's bold.
Prompt: Old hippie woman rides bike in cosmos, A old gray and purple haired woman wearing a paisley dress with rainbow-colored smoke coming from her hair rides on a bicycle on the milky way.
Prompt: A deep-sea diver, brave and bold,
Exploring mysteries, untold and untold.
Descending into the ocean's deep,
A world so alien, secrets to keep.
With oxygen tanks and a steady grip,
Exploring the abyss, on a daring trip.
Venturing into the unknown below,
Where strange creatures lurk, and currents flow.
A world of darkness, a realm of wonder,
A deep-sea diver, an explorer's thunder.
In the depths, where light is scarce,
A diver's courage, ready to parse.
With fins and mask, and a heart so brave,
A deep-sea diver, beneath the waves.
Unfazed by darkness, undeterred by fear,
Exploring the unknown, with vision clear.
So, into the deep, a diver descends,
A journey of discovery, that never ends.
With passion and skill, and a love so true,
A deep-sea diver, a hero anew.
Prompt: Playful, lively, full of zest,
Baby goats, the cutest and the best.
With coats of fur in shades of white or brown,
They prance and frolic, never a frown.
Tiny hooves, a pitter-patter sound,
As they bound and leap, all around.
Their eyes, so bright with curiosity,
Exploring the world with boundless glee.
They climb and jump on anything they find,
Logs, rocks, or even their mother's behind.
Their playful antics, a joy to behold,
As they chase each other, bold and bold.
Their bleats, like music, a cheerful tune,
As they explore the meadow, morn till noon.
Their innocence and pure hearts so pure,
Bringing smiles and warmth that will endure.
Oh, baby goats, with your playful ways,
You fill our hearts with joy and praise.
A reminder of nature's wonders, pure and free,
Baby goats, the epitome of youthful glee.
Prompt: Raging waves, a tempest's roar,
The angry sea, a mighty uproar.
Fierce currents churn, with furious might,
Crashing against shores, an awe-inspiring sight.
Saltwater spray, whipped by the wind,
As nature's fury is unchained, unpinned.
Dark clouds loom, skies turn black,
As the sea lashes out, with a vengeful attack.
Boats tossed and turned, at the sea's command,
A battle of elements, hard to withstand.
Foamy crests, reaching for the sky,
A tumultuous dance, as waves soar high.
But amidst the chaos, a beauty lies,
In the raw power that nature implies.
A reminder of forces beyond control,
The angry sea, a tempestuous soul.
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: 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: In this world of constant change,
Amidst the highs and lows, the joy and pain,
One thing remains forever true,
That beauty comes from within you.
Always stay stunning, inside and out,
With kindness and grace, there's no doubt,
That you'll shine like the brightest star,
And spread your light near and far.
Take care of your body, your heart, your soul,
Nurture them well, make them whole,
For a healthy spirit reflects in your eyes,
And radiates out, like a sunrise.
Don't let society's standards bring you down,
For you are unique, a precious gem to be found,
Embrace your flaws, they make you real,
And add to the beauty that you feel.
So always stay stunning, in your own special way,
With love and confidence, each and every day,
For when you believe in yourself, others will see,
The beauty that shines within you and me.
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.
