Prompt: In a dusty town, where tumbleweeds roll,
Lived a cast of characters, both brave and bold,
But among them all, one stood out in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town, with giant eyes.
Though he was small, he had a mighty heart,
And his courage never faltered from the start,
With a quick wit and a sharp tongue,
The Terror of Tiny Town was never outdone.
He faced every challenge with a fearless mind,
And left his foes in shock and awe behind,
For though he may have been small in size,
The Terror of Tiny Town was a force to recognize.
So let us raise a glass to this pint-sized hero,
Whose legend lives on, and continues to grow,
For in the face of adversity, he never backed down,
The Terror of Tiny Town, forever renowned.
Prompt: Shattered reflection, broken glass,
A glimpse of a life that's come to pass.
A mirror that once showed a bright face,
Now distorted, leaving no trace.
Cracks and splinters, tell of pain,
Of dreams that withered, but not in vain.
Shattered reflection, stark reminder,
Of a life that's been torn asunder.
Yet in its broken state it can create,
A new image, with a different fate.
A chance to see life in a different hue,
To find the strength and start anew.
Prompt: The emptiness within our hearts,
A desolation that tears us apart,
The loneliness that grips us tight,
A bleakness that haunts us day and night.
The world around us may seem bright,
But we're lost in the darkness, without light,
A feeling of loss that we can't shake,
A sense of hopelessness that makes us ache.
We search for solace, for a ray of hope,
But the desolation seems too much to cope,
We long for love, for a caring touch,
But the desolation feels too much.
Yet in the midst of all the despair,
We find the strength to keep on, to bear,
For though the desolation may never fade,
We'll hold on tight, and not be swayed.
And though the road ahead may be steep,
We'll climb the hill, and the summit reach,
For the desolation we feel may never heal,
But our spirits will soar, and our hearts will feel.
Prompt: The quiet of the desert, so vast and still,
The sands that stretch out, beyond the hill,
The sun that beats down, with scorching heat,
A world of solitude, so calm and sweet.
No noise, no chatter, no bustling crowds,
Just the sound of silence, that echoes loud,
The wind that whispers, through the dunes,
A peacefulness, that almost blooms.
The stars that twinkle, in the night sky,
A dazzling display, that catches the eye,
The moon that shines, with a gentle glow,
A beauty that only the desert knows.
And in the midst of all this serenity,
We find a sense of pure divinity,
A oneness with nature, that sets us free,
A quietness that speaks, so reverently.
For in the quiet of the desert, we find,
A stillness that calms, the restless mind,
A beauty that soothes, the troubled soul,
A world of peace, that makes us whole.
Prompt: Ocean Dreams
The waves roll in, the seagulls cry
A vast expanse, beneath the sky
So let your worries, wash away
And dream of the ocean, night and day
Prompt: Hear this word, Amos proclaimed
Of God's judgment, and his holy name
Against Israel, who had turned away
From God's ways, and led themselves astray
"Seek me and live," God's voice did call
"Turn from your sin, and follow my law
For justice will flow, like a mighty stream
But those who refuse, will face my scheme"
Seek the Lord, and live, Amos cried
For those who repent, will not be denied
But woe to those, who despise his name
And reject his love, for worldly fame
"Seek good, and not evil," Amos declared
"And love your neighbor, with a heart that's bared
For God desires, a heart that's true
And those who follow, will see him anew"
God's judgment, is a call to repent
For those who sin, and refuse to relent
A reminder of his mercy and love
To turn from sin, and seek him above
And so, Amos spoke, with truth and might
Of God's judgment, and his guiding light
A warning to all, to heed his voice
And in his love, to make the right choice.
Prompt: The night village lies peacefully under the starry sky, its quiet streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Shadows dance on the walls of houses, their shapes distorted by the flickering light. The occasional sound of a car passing by breaks the silence, followed by the distant barking of a dog. The air is cool and fresh, with a hint of woodsmoke from chimneys. In the distance, a church bell tolls, marking the passing of time. As the night deepens, the village settles into a tranquil slumber, ready for the dawn to awaken it to another day.
Prompt: steampunk closeup macro photography of vivit luminous eye, magic, in the style of Textured brushstrokes, Smooth oil Painting in the style of Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio
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.
