Prompt: A big red door, so bold and bright,
Stands tall and proud, a stunning sight,
Its hue commands attention, draws the eye,
A beacon of welcome, reaching for the sky.
With paint so vibrant, it catches the sun,
A symbol of warmth, for everyone,
Inviting all to step inside,
To a world of mystery, waiting to be tried.
What lies beyond this threshold wide?
Adventures unknown, secrets to confide,
A world of possibilities, a treasure trove,
Behind the big red door, a story to unfold.
It may lead to a home, filled with love,
Or a new beginning, soaring like a dove,
A place of comfort, of laughter and cheer,
Where memories are made, year after year.
Or perhaps it hides a place of art,
Where creativity flows from mind and heart,
A studio, a gallery, a haven for the soul,
Behind the big red door, a place to be whole.
So open the door, with curiosity and glee,
Embrace the unknown, set your spirit free,
For beyond that threshold, a world may await,
Behind the big red door, a destiny so great.
Prompt: A sound, a sensation,
A sudden drop, a wild vibration.
An unexpected noise, sharp and loud,
It can make you startle, and draw a crowd.
A falling object, hitting the ground,
A splatter, a splutter, a chaotic sound.
A burst of energy, a burst of sound,
A sudden impact, echoing around.
A word onomatopoeic, describing the scene,
The result of something, no longer serene.
A sudden change, a disruptive thunk,
A kerplunk moment, in a fleeting blink.
So when you hear it, that sudden sound,
Remember the word, it's quite profound.
A kerplunk moment, unexpected and bold,
A reminder that life can sometimes unfold.
Prompt: curvaceous nun cosplay female, blond long messy hair, woman full body, athletic build, seductive, large breasts, full figure, shapely, in church, black & white nun costume scantly clad,
Prompt: Whose kitten is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his kitten a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The kitten is caring, empty and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: Whose sand castle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his sand castle a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The sand castle is enjoyable, pink and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Prompt: A desert jewel, a creature rare,
Graceful form, a flowing air.
With coat of silk, and eyes that shine,
The Arabian horse, a treasure divine.
A fiery spirit, strong and bold,
A heart of courage, uncontrolled.
With hooves that thunder, swift and fleet,
A noble steed, a beauty complete.
Adorned with elegance, a regal stance,
A symbol of pride, a timeless dance.
With mane that billows, and tail that flies,
The Arabian horse, a sight that mesmerizes.
A loyal companion, a trusted friend,
A bond that lasts, until the end.
A partner in adventure, a heart so pure,
The Arabian horse, a treasure to endure.
In sands of deserts, where legends dwell,
The Arabian horse, a story to tell.
A creature of myth, a symbol of grace,
A timeless wonder, an epitome of race.
Prompt: artwork of intensified raindrops splattering one colorfull appel transparent under translucent leaves in an opulent garden, centred, bold colours and a dark backround
Prompt: Wrapped in ancient linen,
Lies the Mummy Cyclops,
A creature feared by many,
Whose sight strikes fear to stop.
A single eye upon its face,
Its power knows no bounds,
For those who dare to cross its path,
Their fate is surely found.
But do not be deceived,
By this monster's gruesome might,
For deep within its dusty tomb,
Lies treasure shining bright.
So heed this warning, traveler,
When you stumble upon this beast,
Beware the Mummy Cyclops,
For its wrath will never cease.
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.