Prompt: A red satin dress, a sight to behold,
A garment of elegance, worth its weight in gold.
Its fabric smooth, with a lustrous sheen,
A symbol of glamour, fit for a queen.
The color red, vibrant and bold,
Like fiery embers, or a tale yet untold.
It catches the light, with a radiant glow,
A dress that commands attention, wherever it may go.
Its silhouette, tailored to perfection,
A flattering cut, a captivating direction.
It hugs the curves, with a graceful flair,
A dress that makes heads turn, and people stare.
Worn with confidence, a statement of style,
A red satin dress, that makes hearts smile.
It exudes allure, and a touch of mystique,
A dress that makes you feel powerful and chic.
Whether it's for a special occasion or a romantic date,
A red satin dress, a choice that's never too late.
It speaks of passion, and a bold sense of fashion,
A dress that leaves an impression, with utmost satisfaction.
So slip into that dress, with poise and grace,
Embrace its beauty, and let it embrace.
For a red satin dress, a timeless treasure,
A symbol of elegance, and a fashion pleasure.
Prompt: The old wood stove, a timeless treasure,
Bringing warmth to hearts without measure.
Its cast iron frame, a sturdy frame,
Holds memories of a bygone flame.
Through long winter nights it roared,
Filling the room with heat adored.
Its crackling embers, a cozy glow,
Chasing away the winter's icy woe.
With logs stacked high and flames aglow,
It cooked meals with a fiery show.
A kettle steamed, a teapot hummed,
Aromatic scents, a comforting sum.
A gathering place, a heart of the home,
Where stories were shared and hearts did roam.
Families huddled, hands outstretched,
Basking in the warmth, truly fetched.
Generations passed, yet it remained,
A symbol of resilience, strength ingrained.
The old wood stove, a cherished heirloom,
A beacon of comfort in every room.
Though now it rests, its fire gone dim,
Its legacy lives on, a cherished hymn.
The memories made, the tales it told,
Prompt: A Crystalline Lake
Mirror-like, serene and clear,
Reflecting skies so bright and sheer.
A jewel nestled in nature's embrace,
A tranquil oasis, a peaceful space.
Surrounded by mountains, majestic and tall,
Their peaks crowned with snow, standing proud and all.
A pristine beauty, untouched by time,
A symphony of nature, so sublime.
Sparkling waters, crystal clear,
Teeming with life, both far and near.
A haven for flora, a playground for fauna,
A treasure trove of life, a nature's sauna.
A sanctuary for solitude and peace,
Where worries and troubles find release.
A sanctuary for joy and delight,
Where memories are made, day and night.
A crystalline lake, a treasure rare,
A gem of nature, beyond compare.
A gift to cherish, a sight to behold,
A haven of serenity, a story untold.
Prompt: Mystical pharmacy bottles, lined in rows,
Holding secrets, ancient and unknown,
Potions and elixirs, concoctions rare,
A mystic brew, beyond compare.
Amber glass, with labels worn,
Whispering stories of potions born,
From distant lands, and realms unseen,
Holding mysteries, both dark and serene.
Unleashing powers, hidden within,
Cures for ailments, a magical spin,
Labeled with runes, symbols and signs,
Unlocking wisdom, of mystic kind.
Bottles of potions, shimmering bright,
Emanating aura, in ethereal light,
Each holding a key, to realms unknown,
A mystical treasure, to call your own.
So, delve into the world, of alchemy rare,
In these mystical bottles, secrets to share,
With potions brewed, from times of yore,
A mystical pharmacy, a realm to explore.
Prompt: A Zen guardsman, calm and still,
Meditates upon the hill,
A watchful eye, a tranquil heart,
In perfect harmony, a work of art.
With focused mind and steady breath,
He guards the gate, protecting death,
His armor gleams with inner light,
A beacon of peace, serene and bright.
He moves with grace, in mindful flow,
Unwavering, both high and low,
His sword a symbol of skillful means,
His presence calm, like gentle streams.
He embodies strength, yet seeks no fight,
His essence pure, a guiding light,
In perfect balance, he stands tall,
A Zen guardsman, guardian of all.
His wisdom deep, his spirit free,
He guards with love and unity,
In every moment, fully present,
A living testament to Zen's essence.
So in the stillness of his stance,
A Zen guardsman finds his trance,
A warrior of peace, unwavering and true,
A timeless symbol of Zen's virtue.
Prompt: Starry skies that twinkle bright,
A moon that casts its gentle light.
Silent whispers of the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
Sparkling waves upon the shore,
Sand that tickles, forevermore.
Seagulls soaring, wings unfurled,
A symphony of the natural world.
Laughter ringing in the air,
Love's embrace, so warm and rare.
Precious moments, heartbeats strong,
A melody that plays life's song.
Time that flies, oh, much too fast,
Moments cherished, destined to last.
Life's beauty, in every breath,
A poem of moments, beyond all depth.
Prompt: Rosie cheeks, a blush so sweet,
A sign of joy, a moment's treat.
A rosy hue, like blooming flowers,
A touch of warmth, in wintry hours.
Rosie cheeks, a sign of health,
A glow that speaks of life and wealth.
A flush that comes from laughter's cheer,
A reflection of joy, pure and clear.
Rosie cheeks, a child's delight,
After playing in the sun's warm light.
Or running through the autumn air,
With wind-kissed cheeks, so bright and fair.
Rosie cheeks, a lover's dream,
A tender blush, a heartfelt gleam.
A sign of shy affection's trace,
A symbol of love's gentle grace.
Rosie cheeks, a cherished sight,
A gift of nature's pure delight.
A reminder of life's simple pleasures,
Of moments shared, in love's own treasures.
So let us celebrate the rosy cheeks,
A symbol of joy that everyone seeks.
A reminder to savor life's small joys,
Prompt: A daring heist, under the moon's soft glow,
A plan devised, with precision and know-how.
A team assembled, skilled and sly,
With nerves of steel, and hearts that fly.
They move in shadows, with stealthy grace,
Each step calculated, at a measured pace.
Eyes alert, ears attuned,
As they slip past guards, in a darkened dune.
Vaults and safes, with locks to crack,
Lasers and alarms, they must out-hack.
Obstacles faced, with skill and flair,
They overcome, with a determined air.
The prize in sight, a fortune untold,
A treasure coveted, a treasure bold.
They move with speed, hearts racing high,
Adrenaline surges, as they reach the sky.
They make their escape, with cunning and speed,
A thrilling chase, as they take the lead.
Through narrow alleys, and winding streets,
They vanish into the night, with their loot so sweet.
A heist so daring, a feat of skill,
A tale of cunning, against all will.
They celebrate, with laughter and cheer,
For a heist well-done, with nothing to fear.
But caution whispers, in the back of their mind,
For thieves are hunted, by law enshrined.
They disappear into shadows once more,
A legacy of the heist, to forever endure.
Prompt: Alone and shunned, an outcast's plight,
Rejected, ostracized, from day to night.
Misunderstood, and judged too soon,
Their differences deemed, a cause for ruin.
They walk a path, less traveled by,
A solitary journey, under a sky.
Their heart heavy, with loneliness' weight,
Unseen, unnoticed, in a world of hate.
They long for acceptance, a place to belong,
To be understood, for who they are, so strong.
But they stand tall, despite the pain,
Unwilling to let their spirit wane.
For in their soul, a fire burns bright,
A resilience, a tenacity, a beacon of light.
They rise above, the judgment's sting,
Embracing their uniqueness, like a precious thing.
They find solace, in their own truth,
In their own worth, despite the bruise.
They pave their way, with courage and might,
A warrior, an individual, a soul's own right.
So let us see, beyond the surface cast,
And embrace the outcasts, with love that will last.
For in their differences, lies their strength,
A beauty unique, of immeasurable length.
Prompt: White Boy Rick, a tale of youth,
A story of struggle, with shades of truth.
A boy caught in a world, dark and tough,
A path that led to danger, but also love.
With streets as his playground, and crime as his game,
He navigated a world, without any shame.
A pawn in a game, beyond his control,
A story that unfolded, with a gripping hold.
In the midst of chaos, he sought his way,
With dreams and aspirations, day by day.
But the world he knew, was ruthless and cruel,
A battle he fought, against the world's rule.
With family by his side, and a heart so strong,
He faced challenges, that seemed so wrong.
He made mistakes, and paid the price,
But his spirit persevered, against all vice.
White Boy Rick, a name that rings true,
A story of resilience, of daring and rue.
A journey of a boy, who rose above,
A tale of courage, and unyielding love.
Prompt: Running with the Devil, a reckless race,
A high-stakes game, a perilous chase.
Through dark alleys, and fiery plains,
With adrenaline pumping, through pulsing veins.
A daring escapade, with risks untold,
A pact with danger, so bold and bold.
Chasing shadows, with a devil's grin,
Unaware of the trap, they're reeled in.
The thrill of speed, the rush of flight,
Running with the Devil, into the night.
Pushing limits, without a care,
Ignoring warnings, in the air.
But as the flames rise, and smoke fills the air,
Reality dawns, with a chilling stare.
The Devil's grip, tightens its hold,
As the consequences, unfold.
Regrets and fears, now creeping in,
As the race with the Devil, comes to its end.
Running with the Devil, a tempting thrill,
But the price to pay, can be uphill.
So be cautious, when making your choice,
For running with the Devil, may steal your voice.
Think twice, before you leap,
And remember, some paths are steep.
Prompt: A winding road, lined with vineyards and vales,
A journey to a place where wine prevails.
Through rolling hills and fields of green,
The road to wine country, a scenic scene.
Grapes basking in the sun's warm embrace,
Nurtured by the soil, in a perfect space.
Rows upon rows, with leaves aglow,
A symphony of flavors, waiting to bestow.
Vines stretching towards the sky with pride,
Bathed in the sunshine, reaching wide.
Clusters of grapes, in purple and green,
A promise of nectar, a wine lover's dream.
The air filled with aromas divine,
Hints of oak, and fruits that shine.
The taste of terroir, unique and bold,
A symphony of flavors, a story to be told.
Vineyards as far as the eye can see,
A canvas of nature's majesty.
A journey of the senses, a wine lover's delight,
On the road to wine country, a sensory flight.
Tasting rooms and cellars, a wine lover's haven,
With stories shared and memories woven.
Savoring each sip, with friends and kin,
The road to wine country, a journey within.
So, let's raise a glass and toast the vine,
To the road to wine country, so divine.
A voyage of taste, a sensory feast,
A celebration of nature's bountiful feast.
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.
