Prompt: In Alabama, where the sun shines bright,
And the air is warm from morning light,
The memories of my youth still gleam,
Like a fading dream.
I remember the smell of sweet magnolias,
And the sound of crickets in the night,
The taste of southern cooking,
And the feel of warm sunshine on my skin.
I recall the sight of cotton fields,
And the taste of fresh peaches in the summer,
The sound of gospel music on Sundays,
And the joy of being with family and friends.
In Alabama, where the past meets the present,
And the future is bright and full of promise,
My memories will always remain,
A cherished part of my soul.
Prompt: Raindrops on the windowpane,
A symphony of falling refrain.
Pitter-patter, soft and light,
Nature's lullaby, all through the night.
The gentle patter turns to a pour,
The sound of rain, an eternal score.
Splashing, dashing, against the ground,
A beautiful melody, that's never bound.
The smell of earth, fresh and new,
As the rain falls, painting the view.
A kaleidoscope of colors, shades of grey,
A beautiful sight, on a rainy day.
The rain brings life to every creature,
Nourishing the land, like a beautiful feature.
A blessing from above, the water of life,
The rain is here, ending the strife.
So let the rain fall, let it pour,
Nature's symphony, forever more.
A beautiful reminder, of life's ebb and flow,
The rain, a gift, to us below.
Prompt: Passionate kisses, so soft and sweet,
A moment in time that cannot be beat,
Two hearts intertwined, lost in the bliss,
Of a moment so perfect, nothing amiss.
With every touch, a flame ignites,
A passion that burns, and takes to new heights,
The world around fades, as the lovebirds kiss,
Lost in the moment, nothing to miss.
Time stands still, as their love unfolds,
A story written, never to be told,
A tale of love, so pure and true,
A bond so strong, between just two.
Passionate kisses, a moment so rare,
A feeling so deep, nothing can compare,
A love that's eternal, a bond so strong,
A connection so powerful, it will never be gone.
Prompt: The sizzle and pop of bacon in the pan
Fills up the room with a mouth-watering scent so grand
It's hard to resist that crispy, savory smell
Oh, how it makes our taste buds swell!
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.
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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