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.
Prompt: Autumn Harvest
The crops are ripe, the fields so full
A world of bounty, a fruitful pull
So gather round, and feast on life
And let the autumn harvest, rid your strife
Prompt: Springtime Bliss
The air is warm, the flowers bloom
A new season, a fresh perfume
So let your heart, and soul take flight
And revel in this springtime delight
Prompt: Sunken Treasure
Deep beneath the ocean blue,
Lies a treasure lost to view,
Gold and silver, diamonds too,
A bounty waiting for the crew.
The ship went down so long ago,
With treasures hidden far below,
But legends say that on a clear day,
You can still see the mast and sway.
A brave crew set out to find,
The treasure that was left behind,
They faced the storms and raging seas,
To bring the sunken treasure to their knees.
With a map and compass in their hand,
They searched the ocean's sandy bed,
And when they found the sunken prize,
Their hearts swelled with great surprise.
The treasure gleamed in the sunlight,
A fortune worth more than sight,
And as they sailed back to shore,
They knew they had struck gold for sure.
Prompt: With a pipe of gold and a robe so green,
The Smoking Weed Wizard is a sight to be seen,
He weaves his magic with every puff,
And brings his followers to a state of blissful stuff.
With a flick of his wrist and a puff of smoke,
He casts his spell and brings you hope,
For in his world, the worries cease,
And the mind and body find their peace.
He knows the power of the sacred herb,
And shares its wisdom, without any curb,
For the Smoking Weed Wizard is a sage,
Who guides his followers on a peaceful stage.
So let us honor the Smoking Weed Wizard,
And his teachings, which are truly gizzard,
Prompt: The sun doth rise, the birds doth sing,
And all around, the world doth bring
A sense of joy, a sense of mirth,
As though new life hath come to earth.
The trees doth sway, the flowers bloom,
And all the world doth cast a gloom
Upon the doubts and fears of men,
And bring them hope and peace again.
But in the midst of all this cheer,
A lonely heart doth shed a tear,
For love hath fled and left behind
A heart that aches, a soul unkind.
Yet still the world doth spin and turn,
And still the fires of passion burn,
For though love may be fleeting, true,
Its memory shall forever renew.
Thus, let us cherish every day,
And let our hearts find love and play,
For in this world of joy and strife,
'Tis love that brings the truest life.
Prompt: Full body, adorable and shiny H.R.Giger black-and-yellow-punk-on-dope-insect-creature in the labyrinth, by Catrin Welz-Stein and Dr.Seuss, Standing in an intricate white landscape with queen-annes-lace by Jacek Yerka. Perfect symmetrical eyes and face, antennae placed perfectly symmetrical on the same spot on each side of the head, antennae same size. No watermark, unsigned.
Prompt: A brand new ancient alien land of surreal creativity and unnatural concepts, one woman in a long dress is walking on a path in the rain, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, sunrays in the mist, light reflections, deep colours, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: Near Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine.”
He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet
And wrapped it round the aged varlet,
Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse,
Quaking and chattering seven times worse.
Said Edward, “Sir, it would seem you freeze
Most bitter at your extremities.
Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,
That warm upon your way you may go.”
The man took stocking and shoe and glove,
Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love,
Yet seemed to find but little relief,
Shaking and shivering like a leaf.
Said the saint again, “I have no great riches,
Yet take this tunic, take these breeches,
My shirt and my vest, take everything,
And give due thanks to Jesus the King.”
The saint stood naked upon the snow
Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe,
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.
