Prompt: Oh, that nagging toothache, it won't go away
Causing discomfort day after day
A throbbing pain that's hard to ignore
Leaving you restless, tired and sore
You try to eat, but it hurts to chew
You try to talk, but it's hard to do
You try to sleep, but it keeps you awake
Oh, that nagging toothache, what a mistake!
It's time to see the dentist, don't delay
They'll take care of your toothache right away
With a gentle touch and a skilled hand
They'll fix your toothache, isn't that grand?
So don't suffer in silence, don't be shy
Just go and see the dentist, don't be sly
They'll help you out, you'll be pain-free
Oh, that nagging toothache, goodbye to thee!
Prompt: The world is changing fast, it's true
In ways both old and strange and new
We face challenges that test our will
And yet, we press on forward still
The signs of our times are clear to see
From rising seas to technology
We must adapt, we must evolve
If we're to solve the problems that we solve
But amidst the chaos and the strife
We must not forget the beauty of life
For in our hearts and souls we know
That love and hope will help us grow
Prompt: Free bird, free bird, high in the sky,
Spreading your wings, you soar and you fly.
No cage can hold you, no chains can bind,
You're free to roam, to explore and to find.
You dance on the breeze, you sing with delight,
The world is your playground, your stage, your right.
With the sun as your guide, and the wind as your friend,
Your journey never ends, it only begins.
Free bird, free bird, you're a symbol of hope,
A reminder to us all, to never lose our scope.
To spread our own wings, to take to the air,
And embrace all the wonders that are out there.
Prompt: Not today, Satan, you won't prevail,
Your tricks and temptations, I will derail.
With faith and strength, I stand my ground,
Your darkness won't make my spirit drown.
I rebuke your lies, I cast you away,
I won't succumb to your cunning play.
My soul is guarded, my heart is pure,
Your evil schemes, I will endure.
I'm armed with love, I'm armed with light,
I won't be swayed by your deceptive might.
Not today, Satan, you won't have your way,
I choose the path of goodness every day.
So step aside, your power is weak,
I won't be intimidated, I won't be meek.
For I am strong, with faith in my heart,
Not today, Satan, you'll be torn apart.
Prompt: On the fishing pier, by the sea so grand,
Anglers cast lines with bait in hand.
Sunrise hues paint the sky with grace,
As they patiently wait for a fish to chase.
A gentle breeze whispers in their ears,
As they cast their lines, void of fears.
With hopeful hearts and eyes that gleam,
They watch for signs of a nibble, a beam.
Seagulls soar, circling above,
As fishermen share stories of their love
For the ocean's mysteries, its untamed might,
As they wait for a tug, their hearts take flight.
The waves crash against the pier's stout posts,
As they patiently wait, each one boasts
Of the biggest catch they've ever had,
While savoring the moments, happy and glad.
The fishing pier, a haven of peace,
Where worries fade and stress release.
With nature's beauty all around,
It's a tranquil place where joy is found.
So, if you seek solace, come to the pier,
Cast your line, without any fear.
Let the rhythm of the waves be your guide,
As you fish by the sea, with the rising tide.
Prompt: Beneath the waves, in a hidden cove,
Lives a mermaid, full of love,
With hair like seaweed, long and green,
A tail of scales, a mesmerizing sheen.
Her eyes are pearls, so bright and wise,
Her voice a song that mesmerizes,
She dances with dolphins, twirls with fish,
Her underwater world, a magical wish.
Her heart is kind, her spirit free,
She's curious and full of mystery,
Exploring shipwrecks, chasing rays,
In a world of beauty, where she plays.
But deep inside, a secret lies,
A longing for the endless skies,
To see the stars, to touch the moon,
To walk on land, to be with a boon.
So she dreams of legs, of walking ashore,
Of stepping on the sandy floor,
To find a love that's meant to be,
A human heart to set her free.
But for now, she sings her tune,
Under the moon, beneath the dune,
A mermaid's heart, so full of grace,
A story of love, in a mystical place.
Prompt: A Mormon, true and strong in faith,
With Scriptures held in reverent embrace,
A life of service, love and grace,
Guided by God's light, a steady pace.
They follow Christ, their Savior dear,
With hearts so full of love and cheer,
They strive to live a life sincere,
With charity that's ever clear.
Their faith unwavering, firm and bold,
In trials faced, they're never told,
To walk the path, come heat or cold,
With God's own hand, their lives are mould.
Their families held in highest worth,
With love that binds, from birth to earth,
A bond that's sealed, a sacred girth,
In heaven's plan, of infinite worth.
Their community, a loving kin,
With open hearts, they welcome in,
The stranger, friend, and next of kin,
With kindness, they let God's light within.
So let us praise the Mormon's creed,
A faith that's anchored, indeed,
In Christ's pure love, a blessed seed,
That bears good fruit, in word and deed.
Prompt: In the yard, there stands a humble abode,
A haven for the hens, a cozy abode.
A chicken coop, so sturdy and stout,
Where feathered friends are safe from any doubt.
With walls of wood, and roof so high,
The chickens roost and lay eggs nearby.
A nesting box with straw so sweet,
Where eggs are laid, a daily feat.
A door that swings, to let them out,
To peck and scratch, and roam about.
But when the sun goes down each night,
They return to their coop, a familiar sight.
Protected from the wind and rain,
The chicken coop is their domain.
A sanctuary, warm and snug,
With perches for resting, a cozy hug.
The clucking and flapping, a cheerful sound,
As hens lay eggs, all nestled and round.
The chicken coop, a home so dear,
Where feathered friends feel safe and clear.
So here's to the chicken coop, a haven so grand,
Where hens lay eggs, as nature planned.
A simple structure, yet a treasure so fine,
A shelter for the chickens, rain or shine.
Prompt: In ancient times, a tale was told
Of a mighty giant, strong and bold
Goliath, his name renowned
Feared by all, on battleground
With spear and shield, he stood so tall
A towering force, above them all
Challenging all with pompous might
His foes quaked in dread and fright
But in the midst of fear and doubt
A young boy stepped, with courage stout
David, his name, a shepherd lad
With a slingshot in his hand, he had
Against the giant, he took his stand
Unfazed by size, with God's command
A stone he hurled, with aim so true
Striking Goliath, the giant slew
The crowds were stunned, in awe they stared
As David triumphed, and Goliath fared
A lesson learned, for all to see
That valor and faith can set you free
For even when the odds seem dire
With unwavering faith, you can aspire
To overcome the giants, big or small
And rise victorious, standing tall.
Prompt: Beneath the sky's celestial glow,
An old-style drive-in movie show.
A silver screen against the night,
A place where love takes flight.
Cars lined up in perfect rows,
With speakers hung in windows' glows.
As dusk descends, the show begins,
A reel of dreams, where love always wins.
The crackle of static fills the air,
As images flicker with vintage flair.
A world of black and white delight,
Where stories unfold under starry light.
Hand in hand, in the front seat's embrace,
Hearts race with every frame's grace.
Laughter, tears, and stolen kisses,
Shared in the magic of movie wishes.
The scent of popcorn, the taste of coke,
As time stands still, a timeless evoke.
The charm of yesteryears, so sweet,
As memories are made in every seat.
In this open-air cinema's embrace,
Love finds its rhythm, its perfect place.
An old-style drive-in, a romantic treasure,
Where reel romance lasts beyond measure.
Prompt: Chinese carry out, a tasty treat,
A feast to savor, a culinary feat.
Aromatic flavors, a fusion delight,
Satisfying cravings, morning, noon, and night.
From dumplings to noodles, and fried rice,
Sweet and sour, Kung Pao, Mongolian spice.
Savoring each bite, with chopsticks in hand,
Tantalizing taste buds, a journey so grand.
Fortune cookies, a delightful surprise,
Revealing messages, in crispy guise.
Predicting the future, a playful game,
Adding intrigue, to a meal to acclaim.
Quick and convenient, a foodie's delight,
Chinese carry out, a flavor-packed flight.
A culinary adventure, from East to West,
A take-out treasure, simply the best!
Prompt: In '85, a time so bright,
When neon glowed throughout the night,
Synth-pop beats, big hair and flair,
A decade where we dared to dare.
Leg warmers, scrunchies, acid-wash jeans,
Breakdancing moves, so fresh and keen,
Rubik's cubes, Pac-Man, cassette tapes,
A time when fashion had no brakes.
Michael Jackson's moonwalk thrilled the crowd,
Madonna's style left us wowed,
Prince and Bowie, icons bold,
Their music stories never told.
John Hughes movies, teen romance,
Brat Pack stars in a wild dance,
"Back to the Future," time travel fun,
"Ghostbusters" chasing ghosts on the run.
MTV, the birth of VJs,
Music videos in a dazzling craze,
Culture shifting, a vibrant scene,
The '80s, a neon dream machine.
So let's go back to '85,
With nostalgia's warmth, we'll come alive,
A time that's etched in memory's drive,
A colorful era that continues to thrive.
Prompt: In the library's hallowed hall,
Stands a librarian, statuesque and tall,
Her glasses perched upon her nose,
Her sensuous curves in tailored clothes.
Her voice a husky, sultry purr,
Her words a temptation to connoisseurs,
As she whispers bookish lore,
Her beauty and brains, an allure.
Her fingers trace along the spines,
Caressing words, igniting minds,
Her librarian's cardigan, a tease,
Hiding secrets that no one sees.
Her eyes, a smoldering ember,
Her laughter a sensual September,
With knowledge as her aphrodisiac,
She stirs up fantasies, both wild and erotic.
Her presence electrifies the air,
Her wit and charm beyond compare,
A sexy librarian, a captivating sight,
A bookish temptress, igniting the night.
Prompt: At Jim Beam Distillery, the air is sweet,
With the scent of whiskey, a tempting treat,
The barrels rest, aging with care,
In the hallowed halls, a whiskey lover's lair.
The copper stills, polished and bright,
Crafting liquid gold, a true delight,
With bubbling mash and fiery heat,
Creating flavors that are rich and sweet.
The master distillers, with skilled precision,
Tend to each batch, their whiskey's mission,
A labor of love, a time-honored craft,
Creating libations that are sure to last.
The aroma wafts, a tantalizing lure,
Drawing whiskey enthusiasts, that's for sure,
To sample sips of amber hue,
A symphony of flavors, complex and true.
In the heart of Kentucky, a whiskey dream,
At Jim Beam Distillery, a sensory scheme,
Where history and tradition intertwine,
Crafting spirits that truly shine.
So raise a glass to this iconic place,
Where whiskey flows with elegance and grace,
Jim Beam Distillery, a legendary name,
A whiskey lover's haven, a place of fame.
Prompt: In a small town nestled down the road,
Stood a BBQ joint with a sign that glowed,
"The Rib BBQ King" it boldly said,
Where savory scents danced in the air like a thread.
The smoker roared with a fiery blaze,
As the Pitmaster cooked in smoky haze,
With a secret rub and a special sauce,
His culinary skills were true and boss.
His ribs were tender, falling off the bone,
Each bite a flavor explosion all on its own,
Juicy and succulent, a mouthwatering treat,
That made folks travel from miles to eat.
His BBQ pit was his kingdom and throne,
Where he ruled with spatula, knife, and bone,
He'd flip and baste, and smoke and grill,
His passion for BBQ, an unquenchable thrill.
Customers flocked from far and wide,
For a taste of the ribs that made them sigh,
They'd line up, hungry and eager to try,
The Rib BBQ King's delectable supply.
The sauce was tangy, with a hint of sweet,
A masterpiece that made taste buds meet,
The meat was smoky, with flavors divine,
Leaving patrons craving more every time.
With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye,
Prompt: A gold panner by the stream,
Chasing riches, just a dream,
With pan in hand and heart aflutter,
He wades in water, muddy, utter.
With eyes that gleam, he scans the sand,
Hopes and dreams held in his hand,
Each glint and glimmer, a precious sight,
A treasure waiting, golden and bright.
He sifts and shakes with steady hand,
In search of fortune, rich and grand,
His dreams alive, his heart aglow,
As he pans for gold, with every throw.
Through toil and sweat, he carries on,
His resolve unwavering, from dawn to dawn,
For the glittering gold, he digs and delves,
With a heart that beats, and dreams that swells.
Though challenges come, and setbacks near,
He never falters, never fears,
For in his heart, a passion burns,
A gold panner, with lessons learned.
And when the sun sets low and slow,
He smiles, for he has much to show,
A heart of gold, a soul of fire,
A treasure found, his heart's desire.
So, let us raise a toast and cheer,
To the gold panner, bold and dear,
A seeker of dreams, a heart so pure,
A legend written, forever endure.
Prompt: In the land of Michigan, up in the north,
Lies a culinary treasure, of great worth.
A pastie so hearty, with flavors divine,
A delight for the taste buds, a savory find.
With pastry crust, so golden and flaky,
And a filling so rich, it's never too shaky.
Beef, potatoes, and veggies inside,
A warm and comforting meal to abide.
Baked to perfection, in a cozy kitchen,
A treat that warms, with each savory bite-in.
A comfort food, for winter's chill,
A northern Michigan delight, that always thrills.
From Mackinaw to Traverse City's shores,
The pastie's charm, the taste explores.
A favorite dish, of locals and more,
A culinary gem, to truly adore.
So if you're up north, in Michigan's land,
Don't miss the pastie, it's truly grand.
A taste of comfort, a delight so true,
A northern Michigan treasure, just for you!
Prompt: In Florida's south, a treasure's found,
A chain of islands, sandy ground.
The Florida Keys, a sun-kissed sight,
With skies so blue, and waters bright.
From Key Largo to Key West,
Each island offers nature's best.
With coral reefs, a vibrant hue,
Where fish and turtles swim on through.
The sunsets here are pure delight,
Painting skies in shades of bright.
The palm trees swaying in the breeze,
As the sun dips down with graceful ease.
The Key Lime pie, a local treat,
A tangy taste that can't be beat.
And Hemingway's cats, with six-toes,
Roaming free, as island folklore goes.
With warm and friendly folks to meet,
And laid-back vibes that can't be beat,
The Florida Keys, a paradise,
Where worries fade, and hearts arise.
So, come and visit, take your chance,
And let your soul dance in the trance.
In Florida's Keys, where joy runs deep,
Where endless sunshine is yours to keep.
Prompt: On the ice, she takes her place with grace,
Her figure skates like ribbons, in a dazzling chase.
With a twirl and a spin, she captures the crowd's gaze,
Her talent shines bright, in elegant displays.
Her jumps are like feathers, light as can be,
Her spins are so smooth, a wondrous decree.
Her spirals extend, a ballet on ice,
Her artistry wows, it's truly precise.
She glides with precision, her edges so keen,
Her posture is regal, a skating queen.
Her smile radiates, as she dances with flair,
Her passion ignites, a flame in the air.
With every twist and turn, she tells a story,
Of dreams and determination, in all their glory.
Her courage and strength, a beacon of light,
Her journey, a testament to her might.
So she continues to skate, with boundless delight,
Her heart full of joy, her spirit alight.
A girl on the ice, a vision so grand,
Her talent and grace, forever will stand.
Prompt: Sitting by the window sill,
I wait with patience and goodwill,
Anticipating your arrival,
With a heart full of hope's revival.
The clock ticks slowly, time stands still,
As I long for your company to fill,
The void that's grown with each passing day,
In your absence, time slips away.
I peek outside, eyes searching wide,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of your stride,
But the minutes stretch, and hours pass,
My yearning heart, a looking glass.
Yet, I'll wait with steadfast grace,
For your familiar smile, your warm embrace,
For true friendship, I'll always stay true,
Patiently awaiting you.
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.
