Prompt: Grandma's old rolling pin, worn and smooth,
A treasure of memories, a symbol of truth.
In her kitchen, it stood tall and proud,
Creating wonders, making hearts feel wowed.
With gentle hands, she'd roll the dough,
Kneading and shaping, just right, you know.
Her skilled fingers worked with grace,
Adding love to every dish she'd embrace.
Pies, cookies, and biscuits divine,
Baked with warmth, a taste so fine.
Grandma's rolling pin, a kitchen heirloom,
Holding secrets, from her to us, they loom.
Through the generations, it has passed,
A legacy of love that will forever last.
A simple tool, but full of stories and lore,
Grandma's old rolling pin, a treasure to adore.
Prompt: Sitting on a rock in the river, so serene,
A moment of solitude, a peaceful scene.
Water flowing gently, a soothing sound,
Nature's symphony, all around.
The river's current, cool and clear,
Caressing the rocks, with a gentle cheer.
Sunlight sparkling, on the water's surface,
A moment of tranquility, a moment of grace.
Sitting on a rock, feeling nature's embrace,
Feeling connected, in this peaceful place.
Birds chirping softly, trees swaying in the breeze,
Nature's wonders, a sight to please.
The water's rhythm, a calming lullaby,
As you watch the world go by.
Time stands still, in this moment pure,
A sense of contentment, so sure.
Lost in thoughts, lost in reverie,
As you sit on the rock, in perfect harmony.
Contemplating life, in nature's embrace,
Feeling at peace, in this special place.
The river flows, its journey goes on,
As you sit on the rock, feeling at dawn.
A moment to cherish, a moment to treasure,
Sitting on a rock in the river, a memory to measure.
Prompt: Lord, you are the source of all that's good,
You give us life, and sustenance and food,
Your love for us is endless and true,
And all our blessings come from you.
You sent your son to die for our sin,
And by his blood, we are made clean within,
Your mercy and grace, they never cease,
And in your presence, we find our peace.
Lord, we give you all our praise,
And honor you in all our ways,
May our lives reflect your light,
And lead others to your saving might.
In all we do, we seek your will,
And trust in you to guide us still,
For you are our rock, our hope, our stay,
And we will follow you all our days.
So, Lord, we lift our voices high,
And sing your praises to the sky,
May every breath we take be for you,
Our Lord, our Savior, our King, anew.
Prompt: Glowing green, with fiery light,
A sight so rare, a wondrous sight.
Emerald embers, burning bright,
A mesmerizing, mystical sight.
Like jewels aflame, in the darkest night,
A treasure of nature's pure delight.
With flickering flames, that dance and play,
A symphony of colors, in a dazzling display.
From deep within the earth, they rise,
Emerald embers, a natural prize.
Born from the heat, the pressure and the flame,
Transformed by time, into a precious gem's name.
With facets that sparkle, with brilliance and shine,
Emerald embers, a treasure so fine.
Symbolizing life, renewal, and growth,
A gem of beauty, a treasure trove.
Emerald embers, a treasure to behold,
A gem of wisdom, a story untold.
With hues of green, so rich and deep,
A gemstone that captivates, in a silent sweep.
So let us cherish, the emerald's blaze,
A treasure of nature, in its wondrous ways.
A gem of beauty, a symbol of grace,
Emerald embers, an eternal embrace.
Prompt: A tale of destiny, written in the stars,
Two souls entwined, no matter how far.
A bond so strong, it defies all odds,
A love so deep, it breaks all facades.
Through twists and turns, the journey goes,
Two hearts drawn close, as destiny shows.
Paths crossed and intertwined, by fate's design,
Meant to be, a love so divine.
In moments of doubt, and trials untold,
Love's fire burns bright, and never grows old.
Through highs and lows, and challenges faced,
Meant to be, a love that's embraced.
For in the universe's grand design,
Two souls destined to align.
A love so pure, it lights the way,
Meant to be, come what may.
Hand in hand, heart to heart,
Two souls united, never apart.
Meant to be, a love so rare,
A bond so strong, it's beyond compare.
So let fate guide, and destiny steer,
Meant to be, a love so sincere.
A love that's written, in the stars above,
Meant to be, a forever love.
Prompt: She's a beautiful crazy, a vibrant soul,
A whirlwind of colors, a heart of gold.
With laughter that lights up the darkest night,
And a spirit that dances, so free, so bright.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief and fun,
Her laughter contagious, like the morning sun.
Her dreams are wild, her passions ablaze,
She's unapologetically herself, in all her ways.
Her love is fierce, her kindness true,
Her heart so big, it's a wondrous view.
She's a beautiful crazy, a force to be reckoned,
A fire within, that cannot be dampened.
She's unique and rare, a true work of art,
Her quirks and flaws, just pieces of her heart.
She shines so brilliantly, in her own unique way,
A beautiful crazy, in a world of ordinary gray.
So here's to the wild ones, the beautifully mad,
The dreamers, the doers, the ones who are glad,
To live life fully, with passion and zest,
Embracing the chaos, and being their best.
For it's the crazy ones who change the world,
With their beauty, their love, their colors unfurled.
So let's celebrate the magic they bring,
A beautiful crazy, a song that will forever sing.
Prompt: Every little thing, both big and small,
Holds a meaning, a story for us all.
From the morning sun that greets the day,
To the stars that twinkle in the Milky Way.
Every little moment, a chance to treasure,
A memory to cherish, a moment to measure.
From a gentle touch, a warm embrace,
To a whispered word, a smile on your face.
Every little joy, a reason to smile,
A precious gift, that's worth the while.
From a baby's laughter, so pure and sweet,
To a lover's glance, that makes your heart skip a beat.
Every little challenge, a chance to grow,
To learn, to evolve, to reap what we sow.
From the obstacles we face, and the hurdles we climb,
To the lessons learned, in the sands of time.
Every little dream, a vision to pursue,
A goal to strive for, a journey anew.
From the aspirations in our heart so bright,
To the relentless pursuit, from morning to night.
Every little act of kindness, a ripple of good,
A selfless deed, that's truly understood.
From the helping hand, to the caring heart,
To spread love and compassion, and make a fresh start.
Every little thing, holds meaning profound,
Prompt: Let's make it sweet, this life we share,
A journey together, a love so rare.
With hearts entwined, and souls aligned,
Let's make every moment, beautifully designed.
Let's make it sweet, with laughter and joy,
A bond that's strong, nothing can destroy.
With smiles that light up our every day,
Let's make our love, a delightful display.
Let's make it sweet, with gestures so kind,
In words and deeds, let's be always aligned.
With hugs and kisses, and gentle touch,
Let's make our love, a treasure so much.
Let's make it sweet, through ups and downs,
In triumphs and failures, in smiles and frowns.
With unwavering support, and understanding too,
Let's make our love, forever anew.
Let's make it sweet, with passion and fire,
A love that burns, with an eternal desire.
With shared dreams and aspirations bright,
Let's make our love, a beacon of light.
So, let's make it sweet, with love's pure embrace,
A love that's timeless, a love that's grace.
With hearts entwined, and souls complete,
Let's make it sweet, forever and sweet.
Prompt: One year sober, a journey of strength,
A milestone reached, a victory of great length.
A path of challenges, with highs and lows,
A courageous step, towards a brighter tomorrow.
A commitment made, to a life renewed,
Breaking free from addiction's grip, pursued.
With courage, determination, and unwavering will,
One year sober, a triumph, standing still.
Through temptations and struggles, you've persevered,
Facing your demons, your soul revered.
A journey of self-discovery, healing, and growth,
A testament to resilience, and the power of both.
You've faced your fears, with courage and grace,
Embracing sobriety, finding your place.
One year sober, a beacon of hope,
A life transformed, with a wider scope.
With newfound clarity, and a heart full of light,
You've risen above, to reach new heights.
Celebrating life, with joy and zest,
One year sober, your victory, your quest.
Prompt: The old canvas tent, a rustic abode,
Weathered and worn, but with stories to be told,
Sturdy poles and ropes, holding it tight,
A shelter in the wilderness, under stars at night.
Its fabric aged, with patches and stains,
A testament to adventures and rugged terrains,
The scent of campfire, lingering in the air,
A cozy haven, amidst nature's flair.
Inside, a simple dwelling, with a rustic charm,
A place to rest, safe from nature's harm,
A canvas roof, sheltering from rain or dew,
A humble dwelling, with a simple view.
Memories abound, within its canvas walls,
Of nights spent stargazing, and nature's calls,
Of campfire stories, and laughter shared,
Of quiet moments, with nature's wonders bared.
The old canvas tent, a symbol of adventure,
A nomad's refuge, a wanderer's treasure,
A humble dwelling, in the great outdoors,
A sanctuary of simplicity, that nature restores.
In its faded canvas, and weathered facade,
Lies the spirit of camping, and journeys so broad,
A canvas tent, with a history to be told,
A timeless symbol, of stories untold.
Prompt: In the field, he stands alone,
A tattered figure, weathered and prone.
His straw-stuffed form, ragged and bare,
A diehard scarecrow, with a haunted air.
Once, he was new, and filled with might,
A protector, in the daylight bright.
With outstretched arms, and burlap face,
He guarded the crops, with steadfast grace.
Through wind and rain, he stood his ground,
A sentinel, always around.
He scared away the birds and pests,
Keeping the harvest, at its best.
But time went on, and seasons passed,
The sun and rain, took their toll at last.
His straw grew thin, his burlap frayed,
His posture slouched, his presence swayed.
Yet, he held on, with unwavering will,
A diehard scarecrow, standing still.
His purpose clear, though worn and torn,
He guarded the field, from dusk till morn.
His eyes, though stitched, still held a gleam,
A silent sentinel, in the moonlight's beam.
A reminder of resilience and might,
A symbol of perseverance, day and night.
The seasons changed, as years went by,
But the scarecrow stood, beneath the sky.
A testament to unwavering might,
A diehard scarecrow, in the fading light.
Prompt: Embers in the night, glowing warm and bright,
A flickering dance, against the dark of night.
They whisper secrets, of stories untold,
A timeless allure, that never grows old.
Their fiery hues, a captivating sight,
As they crackle and pop, casting shadows in the light.
They hold memories, of moments gone by,
A symphony of warmth, that lights up the sky.
Embers in the night, a beacon of hope,
A source of comfort, when the world feels remote.
They bring solace, in the midst of the unknown,
A guiding light, that helps us find our way home.
So gather 'round, and let the embers glow,
Their gentle warmth, a soothing, steady flow.
In the darkness, they're a reminder, shining bright,
That even in the night, there's still beauty and light.
Prompt: A chessboard set, a challenge begun,
A game of strategy, under the sun.
A pawn moves first, with cautious step,
The queen's gambit, a daring prep.
Bishops and knights, rooks and king,
A battle of wits, an endless swing.
Tactics and moves, plotted with care,
A battle of minds, in a strategic affair.
The queen takes center stage, in regal grace,
A powerful piece, setting the pace.
She moves with grace, across the board,
Her strategy sharp, her vision broad.
Her opponents falter, in her cunning grasp,
Her moves calculated, no time to clasp.
She advances, with each calculated play,
Her mind sharp, in a strategic display.
Her opponents' defenses, she breaks through,
Her skill and prowess, a chess queen's true.
Her moves elegant, her strategy refined,
The queen's gambit, a legend enshrined.
Checkmate! She declares, with triumphant glee,
Her victory complete, for all to see.
A chessboard conquered, a strategic win,
The queen's gambit, a tale of skill and kin.
Prompt: In '67 Detroit, a city aflame,
Fires of anger, a community in pain.
A spark ignited, a tinderbox of rage,
Years of injustice, bursting from the cage.
Discrimination, poverty, and despair,
Inequity and oppression, too much to bear.
Tensions simmered, frustrations grew,
Until the city erupted, in a fiery hue.
Protests turned violent, streets turned to war,
As people demanded justice, and so much more.
Angry voices, tear gas and smoke,
A city in chaos, the pain bespoke.
Buildings burned, windows shattered,
Lives lost, hopes scattered.
A city divided, a nation in shock,
As the flames of injustice, engulfed the block.
But in the midst of chaos, heroes arose,
Communities united, despite the foes.
Neighbors helped neighbors, across the divide,
Braving the turmoil, with hope as their guide.
1967 Detroit, a dark chapter in history,
A reminder of deep-rooted social misery.
A call for change, a plea for peace,
To heal the wounds, and make the strife cease.
Today we remember, with somber reflection,
The lessons learned, a call for introspection.
To stand against injustice, with courage and might,
And strive for equality, in the brightest light.
Prompt: The fire-eater stands before the crowd,
As the flames blaze and flicker loud,
With a sly smile upon their face,
They hold the torch with effortless grace.
The heat engulfs them, yet they don't flinch,
Their eyes alight with a fiery glint,
The audience gasps in awe and wonder,
As the flames dance and twirl like thunder.
With each breath, they swallow the fire,
Their passion and courage never tire,
For they know the thrill of the flames,
And the joy that comes with fire games.
The fire-eater knows the risk they take,
But for them, it's a risk worth the stake,
For in that moment, they feel alive,
As the fire within them starts to thrive.
So let us all embrace the fire's glow,
And let our inner flames brightly show,
For in the joy of fire-eating we find,
A sense of magic, passion, and peace of mind
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.
