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.
Prompt: On the stage, a mystery unfolds,
A show that captivates, with secrets untold,
A masked singer, with a hidden voice,
A riddle to be solved, a puzzling choice.
With costumes dazzling, and masks obscure,
The audience speculates, trying to ensure,
Who could be behind the mask's disguise?
A famous face, or a hidden surprise?
Week after week, the performances soar,
As clues are given, and guesses galore,
The judges speculate, with eagerness,
Trying to uncover the singer's true finesse.
The enigma deepens, the suspense grows,
As the masked singer's talent truly shows,
Their voice a treasure, a hidden gem,
Unveiling their identity, a priceless diadem.
The grand reveal, a moment of awe,
As the mask comes off, with a gasp and a draw,
A celebrity unmasked, a revelation,
An unforgettable show, a sensation.
"The Masked Singer," a spectacle of intrigue,
A captivating mystery, a vocal league,
A puzzling enigma, a dazzling sight,
A show that continues, to shine so bright.
Prompt: A pink jeep, vibrant and bright,
Roaming the desert, chasing the light,
A symbol of freedom, adventure's call,
Driving with purpose, standing tall.
Against red rocks and sandy dunes,
Under endless skies, beneath full moons,
A fearless ride through rugged terrain,
A daring spirit, unbound, untamed.
With wind-blown hair and sun-kissed skin,
A wild journey that's about to begin,
Exploring the unknown, blazing a trail,
Embracing the thrill, the wind's wild wail.
A pink jeep, a canvas for memories made,
On dusty roads, an escapade,
With laughter, stories, and friends to keep,
A heart full of joy, a soul so deep.
So let's hop in, buckle up, let's go,
Chasing horizons, with nowhere to slow,
A pink jeep ride, an adventure to keep,
A lifetime of memories, forever to reap.
Prompt: Behold the words of prophecy, divine,
Unveiling mysteries of the end of time,
In Patmos' isle, John, the seer,
A vision of grandeur did appear.
The sky ablaze with glory's light,
A sight that filled him with awe and fright,
A voice like thunder, a trumpet's call,
A vision majestic, surpassing all.
In robes of white, the Son of Man,
His eyes like fire, a master plan,
Seven stars, seven lampstands bright,
Symbolizing churches, in His sight.
The Alpha, Omega, the First, the Last,
The Living One, the die He cast,
Exiled on the isle, John did see,
The unveiling of eternity.
His pen did capture, with trembling hand,
The vision's essence, the truth so grand,
To the seven churches, a warning sent,
A call to repent, to be fervent.
Apocalyptic visions, unveiled to view,
A revelation of the things anew,
A glimpse of heaven, a glimpse of hell,
A prophecy foretelling, the final bell.
The Book of Revelations, Chapter One,
A prelude to mysteries, yet to be done,
A poetic saga, of visions bright,
A call to seek wisdom, and walk in the light.
Prompt: Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 8,
A cosmic chaos, a fearsome fate,
The Lamb's opening of the seventh seal,
Unleashing events, with power to reveal.
Silence falls, for half an hour,
As seven angels prepare with holy power,
Golden censers, filled with incense sweet,
Offered before God's mercy seat.
The prayers of saints, rise up to the sky,
Mixed with fire, they ascend on high,
The angel casts them on the earth below,
Thunders, noises, a fearsome show.
The first trumpet sounds, hail and fire,
Mixed with blood, a burning pyre,
A third of earth, trees, and grass,
Devoured by flames, in a fiery pass.
The second trumpet blows, a great mountain,
Burning with fire, like a fiery fountain,
It plunges into the sea with a mighty crash,
A third of sea turns to blood, in a vicious splash.
The third trumpet sounds, a blazing star,
Falls on rivers, and streams afar,
Wormwood poisons waters, with bitterness,
Many die, in a toxic distress.
The fourth trumpet rings, a darkened sky,
A third of sun, moon, and stars, oh my!
Prompt: In Genesis, a story told,
Of Jacob, timid and bold,
Who fled his home, alone and scared,
To escape the wrath he feared and bared.
He left behind his father's tent,
On a journey, to repent,
To find a wife, as he was told,
And make a future, brave and bold.
He lay down to rest one night,
Underneath the starry light,
And in his dreams, a vision came,
A ladder reaching, without a name.
Angels ascended, angels descended,
In his dream, it all extended,
A bridge between the earth and sky,
A connection to the Most High.
God spoke to Jacob in his sleep,
Promised blessings, vast and deep,
"I am with you, wherever you go,
I will protect you, this I show."
Jacob awoke, with heart aglow,
His fear dissipated, as he did know,
That God's presence, always near,
Would guide him on, without a fear.
He set a stone, as a monument,
To mark the place, where God was sent,
And vowed to serve, with heart sincere,
The God of Abraham, held so dear.
Genesis Chapter 28, a dream of hope,
A promise made, a future to cope,
With God's guidance, Jacob found his way,
And embarked on a journey, come what may.
Prompt: In Egypt's land, a foreign place
Joseph served with strength and grace
As Potiphar's trusted slave
His wisdom shone, steadfast and brave
But trials came, a test of might
Potiphar's wife, with dark delight
She sought Joseph's company, in vain
Her advances met with Joseph's refrain
With integrity, he turned away
Refusing sin, come what may
His loyalty, to God and man
He stood his ground, with righteous plan
But Potiphar's wife, consumed by rage
Falsely accused, a damning stage
Joseph's fate, a prison cell
Unjustly cast, where he would dwell
Yet, in the prison, Joseph found
God's favor still, on solid ground
His gifts of dreams and interpretations
Brought hope to others, amid tribulations
From fellow prisoners to Pharaoh's men
Joseph's wisdom, time and again
He rose in rank, with God's own hand
A guiding light in a foreign land
Interpreting Pharaoh's dreams so dire
He saved the kingdom from impending fire
A trusted advisor, wise and true
Joseph's faith and strength anew
Prompt: Famine struck the land so wide,
Joseph's wisdom prophesied.
His brothers sought for grain and bread,
Unaware of who they were misled.
They bowed before the ruler high,
Not knowing Joseph was nigh.
But he recognized their face,
His heart filled with mixed embrace.
Memories of the past arose,
When his brothers caused him woes.
Sold as slave, he was betrayed,
But now, in power, he displayed.
Joseph tested them in turn,
Their guilt and remorse did yearn.
He kept Simeon, bound and held,
As his brothers' fate was spelled.
He sent them home, with grain in hand,
But held one brother in the land.
Their guilt and fear, they could not shake,
For Joseph's heart was still at stake.
They returned to Jacob's side,
With heavy hearts, they could not hide.
They told their father of their plight,
And Jacob's heart was filled with fright.
In Genesis 42, a tale is told,
Of Joseph's brothers, young and old,
Their past mistakes, they must confront,
And face the truth, without affront.
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.
