Prompt: Jeepers Creepers, eerie and dark,
A creature ancient, leaves its mark.
Every 23 years it wakes,
To feed on flesh, whatever it takes.
Its wings spread wide, it takes to flight,
Its eyes gleam red, a fearsome sight.
A hunger that cannot be sated,
A terror that leaves victims devastated.
Brother and sister, on the run,
Against The Creeper, a battle begun.
A bus full of students, stranded in fear,
The Creeper's presence, ever so near.
Its appetite for body parts,
Sends shivers down our spines, it imparts.
A creature with no mercy, no remorse,
A nightmare that takes a deadly course.
But brave souls stand up, they fight back,
Against The Creeper's relentless attack.
With weapons and wits, they take a stand,
To protect their lives, across the land.
Jeepers Creepers, a chilling tale,
Of horror, fear, and a creature's trail.
A franchise that sends shudders down our spine,
A legend that continues to entwine.
Prompt: In the tree, so high and green,
A robin's nest, a wondrous scene.
Eggs of blue, speckled and bright,
A promise of new life and light.
Momma robin tends with care,
Keeping watch with love so rare.
Soon they'll hatch, a joyful sight,
Chirping chicks, a pure delight.
Robin's eggs, a symbol of spring,
Nature's beauty, a precious thing.
A tiny miracle, pure and true,
A reminder of life's wonder anew.
Prompt: Small Mighty Tug Boat, oh so stout,
Sailing through the waves, without a doubt,
With a heart of steel, and a powerful tug,
You're a hero of the sea, so snug!
Through stormy weather, you persevere,
Guiding ships with skill, without fear,
Pushing and pulling, with all your might,
A champion of the seas, day and night!
From harbor to harbor, you make your way,
Working hard, night and day,
A tiny vessel, with a heart so big,
Towing ships, both small and big.
Small Mighty Tug Boat, you're the one,
Braving the waters, until the job is done,
A little powerhouse, so tough and strong,
A legend of the ocean, all day long!
Prompt: A frisky cat with eyes so bright,
Leaps and bounds with sheer delight,
With fur that's sleek, and tail held high,
He's full of energy, reaching for the sky.
With graceful pounces and agile jumps,
He leaps and twirls, in playful clumps,
His whiskers twitch, his ears perk up,
As he frolics and prances, never a hiccup.
Chasing shadows, climbing trees,
In stealthy moves, he's a pro with ease,
His playful paws and nimble pounce,
Keep the house lively, a joy to announce.
With a mischievous glint in his eye,
He'll playfully swipe and then defy,
A frisky cat, a joy to behold,
His playful antics, never grow old.
Prompt: On the table, colors bright,
A still life scene in golden light,
With fruits and flowers, a symphony,
A moment captured, frozen, free.
An apple red, a pear so green,
A bowl of grapes, a tangerine,
Their forms arranged in perfect grace,
An artist's touch, a visual embrace.
A vase of flowers standing tall,
Crimson roses, petals sprawl,
Their scent so sweet, their hues so bold,
Nature's beauty, a tale untold.
In this still life, time stands still,
A moment's beauty, an artist's skill,
A scene so rich, a story told,
A treasure cherished, a sight to behold.
Prompt: In a world of mysteries and eerie lore,
One man dared to venture, to explore,
The unknown realms of ghostly realms,
With courage and curiosity at the helm.
He was a seeker of the supernatural,
With gadgets, tools, and a heart so full,
Of determination and unwavering might,
To uncover truths hidden in the night.
Equipped with EVP recorders and EMF meters,
He delved into the unknown, uncovering mysteries,
He braved abandoned asylums and haunted houses,
To seek the truth behind ghostly rouses.
With a keen eye for details, he'd investigate,
Each eerie phenomenon he'd carefully evaluate,
Searching for answers to unexplained events,
Using science and reason, with no pretense.
He'd spend hours in the dark, listening for sounds,
Scouring for clues, going beyond the bounds,
Of what others would dare to explore,
In his quest for the truth, he'd always soar.
He'd face chilling cold spots and phantom whispers,
Documenting every anomaly, with no blisters,
Unraveling stories of the paranormal,
Prompt: A journey began, long ago,
Of a people seeking a new tomorrow.
A quest for freedom, a path to tread,
Leaving behind a life they once led.
With hearts afire and spirits bright,
They set forth into the dark of night.
Through deserts vast and unknown lands,
They marched with faith, in God's hands.
With Moses as their guiding light,
They braved the trials, day and night.
Their faith unwavering, their hope so strong,
They sang with joy, a victory song.
Through parted seas and manna from above,
They found their strength, through faith and love.
They carried on, through trials and pain,
Determined to find a new domain.
Their exodus, a journey of hope,
A story of resilience, beyond the scope.
A testament to the human spirit's might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.
So let us remember, this tale of old,
Of a journey embarked, with courage bold.
A reminder of the power to endure,
And find our way, with faith so pure.
Prompt: In a house down the lane, with a mystery to unfold,
Lived a hoarder so notorious, with a secret untold.
His rooms were filled with mountains high,
Of trinkets, papers, and souvenirs piled to the sky.
Old newspapers, rusty keys, and broken toys,
Filled every nook, brought him endless joys.
He couldn't part with things, he couldn't let go,
His heart would sink, and his fear would grow.
His home was cluttered, a chaotic mess,
But for him, each item was a cherished treasure, no less.
He cherished the memories attached to each piece,
And to part with them, he couldn't find release.
His friends would come and shake their heads,
Asking why he kept things that were long dead.
But to him, they were stories, memories of the past,
Each item held a meaning that would forever last.
Though his house was cluttered and his path unclear,
He found comfort in the things that were dear.
For to him, those piles were more than just stuff,
They were a treasure trove, his story's rough.
So, the hoarder lived on, in his cluttered domain,
Surrounded by his piles, he would remain.
For in his heart, he knew the truth so pure,
His hoarded treasures were his life's allure.
Prompt: A shadow in the night,
A creature of pure grace.
Eyes that gleam with mystery,
A beauty to embrace.
A whisper on the breeze,
A presence faint, yet strong.
Her secrets kept so well,
Her silence like a song.
A figure veiled in mystery,
A puzzle to be solved.
Her essence shrouded in allure,
A riddle yet unsolved.
Her enigmatic presence,
A magnet for intrigue.
Her aura draws you close,
Her mystery, a league.
With every step she takes,
A mystery deeper grows.
Her elegance and mystique,
A tale that no one knows.
Oh, enigmatic Onna,
A puzzle to be pursued.
Forever captivating,
A wonder to include.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 2,
Unfolds the letters, the messages anew.
Seven churches, in distant lands,
Received these words from His divine hands.
To Ephesus, the first He spoke,
Their love had waned, a fire once broke,
Return to the fervor of days of old,
Or lose the light, so precious and bold.
Smyrna, the second, faced affliction dire,
Fear not, be faithful, stay strong in the fire,
A crown of life, the victor's prize,
For those who endure, till the sun doth rise.
Pergamum, the third, dwelt where Satan's throne lay,
Warning of false teachings, leading astray,
Repent and turn from the wicked's ways,
Or face the sword, and its piercing blaze.
Thyatira, the fourth, commended for love,
Yet tolerate not the false prophet's glove,
Hold fast to truth, and the morning star,
To rule the nations, from realms afar.
Sardis, the fifth, appeared alive, yet dead,
Wake up, strengthen, remember what was said,
Not a few, but worthy, shall walk in white,
In the Book of Life, their names in sight.
Prompt: Apocalyptic Descent: Revelations Nine
From the heavens, a trumpet blown,
Unleashes wrath, the unknown shown.
A star falls, a key in hand,
Unlocks the abyss, a dread demand.
Smoke rises, darkening the sky,
Locusts swarm, a tormenting sigh.
Faces fierce, like men they appear,
Crowns of gold, a menace so near.
Their sting, a scorpion's venomous bite,
Mankind suffers in anguish, day and night.
Seeking death, but death flees away,
Hope obscured in this dire dismay.
Abaddon rises, the king of the pit,
Leading an army, with horrors lit.
The horses charge, with fire and smoke,
Battles waged, destruction broke.
Yet still, the hearts of men won't turn,
Their sins entrenched, they refuse to learn.
The Book of Revelations, a warning clear,
Of the end times, drawing near.
Repent! Repent! The call resounds,
Before the final trumpet sounds.
Turn to the light, embrace the grace,
Seek redemption in this darkest place.
For in the midst of chaos and fear,
A glimmer of hope, still lingers near.
In the Book of Revelations, a timeless tale,
Of redemption's triumph, a holy grail.
Prompt: In days of old, the world was steeped in sin,
God's heart was grieved, as evil spread within,
But Noah found favor in the Lord's eyes,
A righteous man, who sought the skies.
God spoke to Noah, a plan revealed,
To build an ark, a vessel sealed,
To save his family and creatures pure,
From judgment's flood, that would endure.
Noah obeyed, with faith so strong,
He gathered wood, and labored long,
He built the ark, according to plan,
As God's provision, in every span.
The ark was massive, a sight to see,
A refuge for all, who'd come to be,
Noah's family, and animals too,
God's covenant sealed, in this rescue.
The rain came down, the floods arose,
The ark floated high, as God imposed,
His judgment on the earth below,
But Noah's family, God did bestow.
For forty days and nights, it rained,
The ark endured, as God ordained,
Until the waters began to recede,
And dry land appeared, with signs of heed.
Noah and his family stepped ashore,
A new beginning, a promise in store,
God's rainbow arched, in colors bright,
A sign of grace, in radiant light.
In Genesis, this tale is told,
Prompt: In Judah's life, a chapter told
Of choices made, both brave and bold
A tale of passion, deceit, and lust
Of family ties, and betrayal's thrust
Judah's sons, a wicked pair
Their evil ways, beyond compare
Er and Onan, their sins so grave
Their lives cut short, to an early grave
Tamar, daughter-in-law in grief
Denied her rights, denied relief
A widow left, with naught to gain
Her hope for justice, filled with pain
But Tamar, wise and resolute
Her plan conceived, her heart acute
She dressed in veils, a disguise so deep
To Judah's tent, she made a leap
Mistaken for a harlot fair
Judah approached, without a care
He sought her favors, for a price
Not knowing Tamar's true device
She asked for pledges, as her fee
A sign of payment, for what would be
Judah agreed, and left his mark
Unknowing, in the growing dark
Time passed by, and Tamar showed
With child conceived, her belly glowed
Judah learned of her condition
His rage so hot, a grave suspicion
But Tamar, bold, she showed her proof
The pledges shown, the painful truth
Prompt: A voice that soars, a talent rare,
A country queen, with fiery flair,
Her melodies, a heartfelt tale,
With lyrics that never fail.
From "Jesus Take the Wheel" to "Before He Cheats",
Carrie Underwood's music beats,
With power, passion, and emotion,
A voice that stirs a deep devotion.
Her stage presence, a captivating sight,
As she shines in the spotlight, each night,
Her voice, a gift that lights the stage,
A superstar, at every age.
With accolades and awards, she's crowned,
Her voice and talent, world-renowned,
A country star, a shining star,
Carrie Underwood, a luminary by far.
Prompt: Sails billow, wind at the helm,
Setting course for the unknown realm.
A ship sets sail, bound for the sea,
A final journey, wild and free.
Crewmates brave, hearts full of zest,
Savoring each sunset, feeling blessed.
They navigate uncharted lands,
With courage and with steady hands.
Adventures sought, and tales retold,
As memories shimmer, bright as gold.
The stars above, a guiding light,
Through stormy seas and darkest night.
Yet time does pass, and winds do wane,
As they approach the final lane.
The ship now slows, the shore draws near,
The end of voyage, bittersweet and clear.
The captain smiles, a knowing glance,
Embracing fate's eternal dance.
For though this voyage may have ceased,
The legacy will never be released.
The last voyage, a cherished tale,
Of courage, love, and winds that sail.
A legacy left, a story to be told,
As new horizons start to unfold.
Prompt: At the Masquerade Ball, the masks abound,
A waltz of secrets, where mysteries are found.
Ladies and gents, in masks of disguise,
With hidden faces and enigmatic eyes.
In elegant gowns and dapper attire,
They dance and twirl, with a touch of desire.
Masks of silk, feathers, and lace,
Concealing identities, with grace.
Whispers and laughter, a flirtatious game,
As they dance and sway, in the candlelight's flame.
Who's behind the mask, no one can tell,
As they revel in the masquerade spell.
But as the night fades, and masks come off,
The truth is revealed, with a subtle cough.
For beneath the veneer of mystery and allure,
Lies the beauty of honesty, pure and sure.
The Masquerade Ball, a fleeting delight,
A dance of enchantment, that fades into night.
Yet memories linger, of a magical affair,
A masquerade of moments, beyond compare.
Prompt: In the darkest hour, a glimmer of hope,
A flickering light to help us cope.
A beacon of faith, a guiding ray,
Leading us through life's unknown way.
When storms rage and clouds loom near,
A glimmer of hope can banish fear.
It shines within, a flame so bright,
Illuminating paths, dispelling night.
With hope in our hearts, we find the way,
Through trials and tribulations, come what may.
It fuels our dreams, ignites our soul,
A glimmer of hope, making us whole.
So hold on tight, to that glimmer of light,
In the midst of darkness, it shines so bright.
For with hope in our hearts, we can endure,
And overcome all, of that we're sure.
Prompt: Beneath the moon's embrace, a lover's tryst,
A moment stolen, in the night's soft mist,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance of desire,
A love that burns with a passionate fire.
The moonlight shines upon their faces,
As they share embraces and stolen embraces,
Whispered words and tender sighs,
Under the moonlit skies.
Hand in hand, they walk a moonlit path,
Lost in each other's eyes, escaping the world's wrath,
The night their sanctuary, their haven divine,
Beneath the moon's embrace, their love will shine.
Time stands still in this enchanted place,
As they bask in love's embrace,
The moon a witness to their love's sweet grace,
A treasure found, in the moon's embrace.
Prompt: On a ladder tall, stood a cherry picker,
A skilled worker, a fruit-picker sticker,
With nimble hands and steady gaze,
He plucked cherries in a fruitful craze.
Up in the trees, with baskets to fill,
He climbed with skill, up the hill,
Selecting cherries, ripe and red,
With a keen eye and a careful tread.
He reached for the juiciest fruit,
With fingers swift, he didn't pollute,
Each cherry picked with utmost care,
In the warm summer's fragrant air.
He filled his baskets, one by one,
Under the sun, till the day was done,
With cherries plucked from limb to limb,
A bountiful harvest, a fruitful hymn.
The cherry picker, with his toil and sweat,
A harvest he'd never forget,
For in his labor, a sweet reward,
The taste of cherries, a treasure untoward.
So, let's raise a toast to the cherry picker,
A fruit-picker sticker, a tireless worker,
For in his skill and diligent hand,
He brings us cherries, a gift so grand.
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.
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