Prompt: Chic lady in beautiful Christmas outfit, beautiful make-up and jewelry, glitter, portrait, Tom Bagshaw and Shanina Conway and Magali Villeneuve and Anna Dittmann
Prompt: Cute anthropomorphic female Chihuahua and anthropomorphic male Chihuahua wearing medieval dress are in love kissing, realistic detailed cat noses and realistic detailed cat eyes with black pupils, Rembrandt style
Prompt: I went down to the crossroads,
Where the roads met in a vee.
I stood there with my guitar,
Asking the Lord to set me free.
I played my heart out on that guitar,
Hoping for a sign from above.
I was willing to make a deal,
To trade my soul for a little love.
Then a figure appeared in the distance,
Walking towards me with a sway.
He said he could make me a star,
But I'd have to pay a heavy price to play.
I hesitated, but the devil was persuasive,
And my heart was filled with pain.
So I gave him my guitar,
And in exchange he gave me fame.
But the price was high, and I paid it well,
With a lifetime of sorrow and strife.
For I had sold my soul to the devil,
And now I play the crossroad blues for life.
Prompt: Life's Journey: A Rhyme of Strife
Through twists and turns, life's path is set,
A winding road with no regret.
With highs and lows, and joys and woes,
It tests our strength, and keeps us on our toes.
We start as babes with curious eyes,
Exploring the world with innocent sighs.
We learn to crawl, then walk and run,
With laughter, tears, and plenty of fun.
As we grow, we face challenges anew,
Some are easy, some leave us blue.
We stumble, fall, and make mistakes,
But learn from them, whatever it takes.
We chase our dreams with hearts afire,
Ambitions burning with deep desire.
We face obstacles, big and small,
And sometimes feel like we may fall.
But with each trial, we find our way,
We rise again, come what may.
We learn resilience, courage, and grace,
As we navigate life's changing pace.
We form connections, share our love,
With family, friends, and stars above.
We find joy in moments sweet and true,
And learn the value of being you.
For life's a journey, a grand adventure,
Full of surprises and endless pleasure.
Prompt: Life's Journey: A Rhyme of Strife
Through twists and turns, life's path is set,
A winding road with no regret.
With highs and lows, and joys and woes,
It tests our strength, and keeps us on our toes.
We start as babes with curious eyes,
Exploring the world with innocent sighs.
We learn to crawl, then walk and run,
With laughter, tears, and plenty of fun.
As we grow, we face challenges anew,
Some are easy, some leave us blue.
We stumble, fall, and make mistakes,
But learn from them, whatever it takes.
We chase our dreams with hearts afire,
Ambitions burning with deep desire.
We face obstacles, big and small,
And sometimes feel like we may fall.
But with each trial, we find our way,
We rise again, come what may.
We learn resilience, courage, and grace,
As we navigate life's changing pace.
We form connections, share our love,
With family, friends, and stars above.
We find joy in moments sweet and true,
And learn the value of being you.
For life's a journey, a grand adventure,
Full of surprises and endless pleasure.
A chance to learn, to grow, to thrive,
Prompt: On dusty roads, with shackled feet,
They toil beneath the scorching heat,
A chain gang, bound in iron's hold,
Their hearts weighed down, their spirits bold.
Their days are filled with sweat and pain,
Each step a burden, heavy chain,
They break the rocks, they build the road,
Their bodies ache, their spirits bowed.
But in their eyes, a flicker gleams,
A fire burning, fueled by dreams,
Of freedom's taste, of skies so blue,
Of loved ones' arms, of lives anew.
They bear the weight, they share the load,
Together in that harsh abode,
They find solace, they find strength,
In camaraderie's precious length.
For though they're chained, they're not alone,
Their souls still free, their spirits flown,
With hope as bright as morning's light,
They march ahead, towards the right.
And though their bodies may be confined,
Their hearts and minds, no chains can bind,
For in their souls, a fire burns,
A yearning that forever yearns.
So, let us remember the chain gang's plight,
Their struggles and their endless fight,
For freedom's call, so pure and true,
Can break the chains and make us new.
Prompt: A flickering flame, a warm embrace,
A scented candle, filling the space,
With fragrant notes that fill the air,
A cozy glow that says "I care."
Its wick aglow with dancing light,
A beacon in the dark of night,
A comforting presence, always near,
Dispelling shadows, calming fear.
With scents of lavender or vanilla sweet,
Or the warm embrace of cinnamon's heat,
Aromas that evoke memories old,
Or create new moments to behold.
A flickering flame, a gentle glow,
A scented candle's inviting show,
A symphony of senses, sight and smell,
A soothing spell that casts its spell.
So let us cherish this humble light,
A symbol of warmth on a chilly night,
A simple pleasure, a source of grace,
The scented candle, a cherished embrace.
Prompt: In the moon's pale glow, a cemetery lies,
Where tombstones rise towards the skies,
A solemn place, shrouded in mist,
Whispers of the past, forever kissed.
With weathered stones and names long gone,
Each grave tells a tale, a story drawn,
Of lives once lived, now laid to rest,
A hallowed ground, where time's caressed.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Lies the history of memories,
Of souls departed, forever sleeping,
In this sepulcher, silently keeping.
A peaceful haven, for the dearly departed,
Where time stands still, and sorrows parted,
As nature weaves its quiet spell,
In this old cemetery, where stories dwell.
The moonlight casts a spectral glow,
On crosses, angels, in graceful row,
A haunting beauty, a serene gloom,
In this old cemetery, where mysteries loom.
Prompt: A man in overalls, with sleeves rolled up,
His hands calloused, a sturdy work cup,
He toils in the fields from dawn till dusk,
With sweat on his brow, he'll never fuss.
His overalls, a uniform worn with pride,
A symbol of labor, a life simplified,
With tools in hand, he plows the soil,
Tilling the earth, with unwavering toil.
In rain or shine, he works with might,
From morning's first light, till stars shine bright,
His overalls, a trusted friend,
A partner in labor, till the very end.
With dirt on his boots and hay in his hair,
He's a man of the land, beyond compare,
In overalls, he finds his solace true,
A working man, so strong and true.
So let's raise a cheer, for the man so grand,
In his overalls, he'll always stand,
A testament to hard work and grit,
A man in overalls, a working man's fit.
Prompt: An old ball cap, tattered and worn,
A relic of days long since borne,
A treasure trove of stories told,
Of youthful adventures, bold and bold.
Its brim once crisp, now curved with age,
Its logo faded, its colors beige,
But oh, the memories it holds dear,
Of sun-soaked days and laughter near.
From baseball games to fishing trips,
It's been my trusted, faithful grip,
Shielding my eyes from blazing sun,
Or raindrops falling one by one.
Through highs and lows, it's been my guide,
A constant comfort by my side,
With every stain and every fray,
It tells a tale in its own way.
Though time has left its marks so clear,
My old ball cap I still hold dear,
For it's a symbol of my past,
A reminder that memories can forever last.
So I'll keep it close, with love and care,
A cherished relic I proudly wear,
For in its fabric, worn and thin,
Lies a story that will never dim.
Prompt: A creature once divine, with wings of light,
Now roams alone, banished from the height,
His halo dimmed, his grace laid low,
A fallen angel, lost in woe.
He once soared high, with eyes that gleamed,
But now he's cast into a world unseen,
His beauty marred, his heart in pain,
A fallen angel, in shadows lain.
Once favored by the heavens above,
Now cast down, a fallen dove,
He seeks redemption, a path to rise,
A fallen angel, with tears in his eyes.
But darkness whispers, temptation calls,
His wings are tainted, his soul it mauls,
He wrestles with demons, battles within,
A fallen angel, marked by his sin.
Yet hope still flickers, a guiding light,
A chance for him to make things right,
To rise once more, with newfound grace,
A fallen angel, seeking a new place.
Prompt: Behold the cup, so bright and fine,
A treasure rare, a sight divine.
Its shimmering silver, polished bright,
Reflecting joy, and gleaming light.
A vessel crafted, with skillful hand,
A masterpiece, so truly grand.
Its curves and edges, smooth and sleek,
A work of art, a treasure to seek.
The cup adorns, a royal feast,
A centerpiece, fit for a feast.
Its gleaming surface, a precious sight,
Heralding moments, pure delight.
It's raised in toast, with joy and cheer,
A symbol of triumph, loud and clear.
A cup of victory, a mark of grace,
Embodying glory, in its radiant embrace.
But more than just, a symbol of wealth,
The cup holds memories, beyond mere stealth.
It's filled with love, and cherished lore,
A legacy passed down, from days of yore.
So raise a glass, to the silver cup,
A symbol of honor, and memories' up.
A treasure cherished, for ages to be,
The glorious silver cup, for all to see.
Prompt: Pious Pharisees, with hearts so proud,
In righteous robes, they spoke aloud,
Their acts of faith, they did parade,
Their piety, a show well-made.
But deep within, a darkness dwelt,
Their egos swelled, their hearts withheld,
From humbleness, they turned away,
Their judgment sharp, their hearts astray.
They sought for praise, and honors bright,
Their motives veiled, in self-delight,
Their actions lacked true love and grace,
A masquerade, a hollow chase.
But Jesus saw through their facade,
He called them out, with words so broad,
He showed the way, the truth, the light,
Exposing their hypocrisy's blight.
So let us learn, from Pharisees' plight,
To seek humility, in God's sight,
With love and kindness, our hearts imbued,
In genuine faith, with gratitude.
Prompt: A tale that's shrouded in mystique,
Of a daring heist, bold and unique,
A man called Cooper, masked and sly,
Vanished into the open sky.
It was a dark and stormy night,
When Cooper boarded the plane in sight,
With a ransom note, a skyjacker's creed,
He demanded cash, a daring misdeed.
The plane took flight, high in the air,
As Cooper jumped without a care,
With parachute and loot in hand,
He vanished into unknown land.
A mystery unsolved, a riddle untold,
As Cooper's fate remains enfolded,
Did he survive, did he get away?
Or did he perish, where he lay?
The search was on, the clues were traced,
But Cooper's whereabouts were misplaced,
A legend born, a myth sustained,
As the mystery of DB Cooper remained.
Decades passed, the case grew cold,
Yet Cooper's story still is told,
A daring heist, a man unknown,
A mystery eternally shown.
So, DB Cooper, where are you now?
A skyjacker's tale that still wows,
A legend that continues to endure,
A mystery that remains obscure.
Prompt: In a dream one night, Jacob saw,
A ladder reaching to heaven's door,
Its rungs were bright, a celestial sight,
A pathway to realms of dazzling light.
Ascending high, Jacob climbed with awe,
A journey guided by God's great law,
Each step a blessing, a gift divine,
A glimpse of heaven's glory to shine.
Angels ascended and descended too,
On Jacob's ladder, a celestial view,
A bridge between earth and heaven's domain,
A connection to the divine's refrain.
At the top, God's presence was near,
A message whispered, loud and clear,
A promise made, a covenant sealed,
Jacob's faith forever revealed.
He woke from sleep, a changed man,
His heart transformed by God's grand plan,
A ladder's vision imprinted deep,
A memory he would forever keep.
Jacob's ladder, a story of grace,
A symbol of faith's enduring embrace,
A reminder of God's guiding hand,
A heavenly climb, to understand.
Prompt: Moonshine in a mason jar,
A taste of magic, strong and pure,
Brewed in secret by the light of the moon,
A treasure hidden, a bootlegger's boon.
Clear as crystal, potent and bold,
A forbidden elixir, worth its weight in gold,
Crafted with care, with a touch of art,
Distilled in shadows, straight from the heart.
A jar that holds the moon's own light,
A whispered secret, a moonlit night,
With fire in the belly, a warmth inside,
A sip of moonshine, a thrilling ride.
Shared among friends, a bond so strong,
A toast to life, to laughter and song,
A taste of freedom, a rebel's delight,
Moonshine in a mason jar, a moonlit spirit's flight.
But watch your step, for it's not for all,
A daring venture, a risky call,
A sip too much, and you might see stars,
From moonshine in a mason jar, under moonlit bars.
So raise a glass, and share the cheer,
For moonshine's magic, is crystal clear,
A symbol of craft, a taste of lore,
Moonshine in a mason jar, forevermore.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 5,
A scene of wonder, a tale alive,
A scroll, sealed with seven seals,
A mystery, revealed as prophecy unveils.
A mighty angel, with a booming voice,
Proclaims, "Who is worthy? Make your choice!"
But none on earth or heaven could be found,
To open the scroll, with mysteries profound.
John, the prophet, weeps in despair,
No one is found, the scroll to bear,
Until, behold, the Lamb appears,
The Lion of Judah, all doubts He clears.
The Lamb, once slain, now standing tall,
In victory, He has conquered all,
With seven horns, and seven eyes,
He takes the scroll, to the world's surprise.
The elders and creatures, fall in awe,
As incense rises, in worship they draw,
New songs of redemption, they raise in praise,
To the Lamb who's worthy, with awe-filled gaze.
For He was slain, and has redeemed,
A people for God, as it was deemed,
From every tribe, language, and race,
Bought by His blood, His love and grace.
The Lamb's triumph, a scene so grand,
In Revelations Chapter 5, we understand,
The victory of Christ, the Lamb who's slain,
Proclaiming His glory, in eternal reign.
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Prompt: The seventh trumpet sounded, a herald's cry,
And John saw a vision that caught his eye,
Two witnesses clothed in garments of white,
Proclaiming God's truth, with unwavering might.
For forty-two months, their witness proclaimed,
In sackcloth and fire, their voices untamed,
Foretelling of judgments, calamities dire,
A warning to all, a call to inspire.
No one could harm them, till their time was through,
They were protected, by God's hand true,
But when their mission came to an end,
The beast arose, to make its amend.
The witnesses slain, the world rejoiced,
Their bodies lay lifeless, their voices silenced,
But after three days, a miracle unfolded,
They rose again, as God had foretold it.
A great fear struck those who witnessed the sight,
As God's power displayed its sovereign might,
The witnesses ascended to heaven's abode,
Amidst awe and wonder, the hand of God.
The seventh trumpet faded, the vision passed,
Leaving a message that forever would last,
Of faithful witnesses who stood for the truth,
Upholding God's Word, in their fearless youth.
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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