Prompt: An old pontoon boat, weathered and worn,
A testament to memories born,
Afloat on tranquil lake's embrace,
Its glory days a proud trace.
With peeling paint and creaky floors,
It's seen its share of summer shores,
With laughter, music, and delight,
Underneath the stars at night.
From fishing trips with grandpa's crew,
To lazy naps and barbecues,
The old pontoon boat holds stories true,
Of cherished times and friends anew.
Though time has left its marks, it's true,
With rust and cracks and splinters, too,
Its spirit lives on, strong and free,
A beacon of nostalgia's glee.
So let us raise a toast today,
To the old pontoon boat's display,
Of memories made and tales retold,
A treasure that will never grow old.
Prompt: With a smile so bright, and a glistening tan,
He tends to the pool with a master plan,
Skimming the surface, scrubbing with care,
Making the water pristine and fair.
He's a pool boy, with a charm so bold,
His movements graceful, his manner gold,
He whistles a tune as he works away,
Under the sun's warm and welcoming ray.
He checks the pH, adjusts the flow,
Ensuring the pool's a dazzling show,
With a keen eye for every detail,
His skills and expertise never fail.
He takes pride in his work, day by day,
Adding a touch of magic to the pool's display,
Creating an oasis, a watery delight,
A sparkling gem in the sun's golden light.
So here's a cheer for the pool boy's grace,
As he tends to the pool with an expert pace,
A serenade to his skill and poise,
Bringing joy to every poolside's noise.
Prompt: Along the southern Texas border, wide and grand,
A sun-drenched land with a story so grand,
Where cultures meet in a melting pot,
A place where dreams are often sought.
With Spanish whispers and cowboy boots,
Mariachi melodies and spicy fruits,
The Rio Grande flows with its ancient might,
A lifeline for both day and night.
Cacti standing tall in the scorching heat,
Mesquite trees providing welcome retreat,
Vibrant colors of red, orange, and gold,
A landscape that never gets old.
The borderlands thrive with life so diverse,
From bustling cities to nature's curse,
Where ranchers ride across the plains,
And migrants seek hope amid their pains.
Yet challenges persist, conflicts arise,
As people debate with passionate cries,
But in this region, there's common ground,
Where hearts can heal and peace be found.
So let us celebrate this borderland,
With open hearts, let's understand,
That differences can bring us close,
As we coexist, our humanity shows.
Along the southern Texas border, a tapestry of grace,
A unique place where cultures interlace,
Where stories unfold and bridges are built,
A melting pot where compassion is felt.
Prompt: Oh, the life of a crash dummy, so surreal,
Thrown into collisions with metal and steel,
Bouncing and crashing, time after time,
In the name of safety, a sacrificial climb.
A fearless hero in the crash test lab,
With no voice or will, just a silent stab,
Subjected to impacts, high-speed crashes,
Measuring the force of life's harsh lashes.
With a stoic face and a vacant stare,
They endure the blows, but do they dare,
To dream of freedom beyond their role,
To break away from their crash test toll?
They're poked and prodded, twisted and bent,
Their body bruised, but their spirit unbent,
For they play a vital, selfless part,
In saving lives, with a brave heart.
They take the hits, so we can be safe,
A symbol of sacrifice, so brave,
Their purpose fulfilled, yet they remain,
A crash dummy's lament, an unsung refrain.
So, here's to the crash dummy, our unsung friend,
For taking the hits, time and again,
In the pursuit of safety, they play their role,
A silent hero, with a crash test soul.
Prompt: In the depths of a tranquil lake,
A predator lies in wait, for its own sake,
With stripes of fury, a fearsome sight,
A tiger muskie, ready to strike with might.
Its jaws are lined with razor teeth,
Its body sleek, a hunting wreath,
A master of stealth, beneath the surface,
A piscine force, a savage furnace.
With eyes that gleam with primal fire,
It waits for prey, with cunning desire,
Lurking in shadows, silent and sly,
A tiger muskie, on the prowl, nearby.
Its stripes blend in, with weed and reed,
Camouflaged, a stealthy breed,
Patiently stalking, with hunger's lust,
A predator, to strike, a piscine thrust.
And when the moment's just right,
It pounces, with all its might,
A splash, a swirl, a ferocious bite,
The tiger muskie, in full flight.
A battle ensues, a thrilling chase,
A test of skill, a primal race,
A trophy catch, a fierce display,
A tiger muskie, in its own way.
So heed the warning, when you're near,
A tiger muskie, to respect and fear,
A piscine king, with stripes that lurk,
A majestic predator, a true aquatic work.
Prompt: Venice, the city built on lagoon's embrace,
A dreamlike beauty, time cannot erase.
Gondolas glide through winding canals,
Under bridges, in romantic thralls.
Streets of water, a maze so divine,
With palaces and piazzas that shine.
Masked balls and carnival delights,
Glimmering in Venetian nights.
St. Mark's Square, a grandeur's delight,
Where pigeons dance in golden light.
Doge's Palace, a symbol of power,
Holding secrets in its ancient tower.
Rialto Bridge, a bustling sight,
With merchants' calls and boats in flight.
Glass-blowing furnaces, Murano's pride,
Crafting treasures, far and wide.
Venice, a floating masterpiece so rare,
A wonderland beyond compare.
A jewel of the sea, a treasure untold,
Forever captivating, a story to behold.
Prompt: A gleaming car, so shiny and bright,
Needs some TLC, to look just right,
It's off to the car wash, a sparkling sight,
To restore its luster, oh, what a delight!
I pull up to the entrance with a grin,
Excited for the car wash to begin,
The suds and bubbles, a soapy bath,
Will scrub away the dirt and grime's aftermath.
The water sprays, a refreshing shower,
As brushes spin with speed and power,
They scrub and scrub with all their might,
Removing stains that mar the light.
The rainbow foam, a colorful treat,
Cascading down, so pure and sweet,
It coats the car with a frothy sheen,
Like a scene from a car-wash dream.
Next, the rinse, a gentle spray,
Washing the soap and suds away,
Leaving the car fresh and clean,
A shiny beauty, the brightest sheen.
The dryer blows, a warm embrace,
Chasing away every lingering trace,
Of water droplets, leaving behind,
A polished car, oh, so refined.
I drive away with a satisfied smile,
My car transformed in a short while,
The car wash magic, a wondrous sight,
Bringing back the car's shine so bright.
Prompt: In a distant land, a legend's told,
Of a ruler feared, cruel and bold,
A man of power, ruthless and dire,
Known far and wide as Vlad the Impaler.
With castle walls, tall and grand,
He ruled with an iron, blood-stained hand,
His enemies quivered in fear and dread,
For tales of his brutality were widely spread.
Impaling stakes, a gruesome sight,
Lined the roads, both day and night,
A brutal warning, a fearsome sight,
Of Vlad's wrath, a relentless fight.
His rule was harsh, his methods cruel,
To keep his realm in an iron rule,
His people lived in constant fear,
For Vlad's wrath was always near.
But whispers spread, of a darker side,
Of Vlad's past, where darkness lied,
A thirst for vengeance, a heart of ice,
A soul consumed by a deadly vice.
His enemies trembled, but so did his kin,
For Vlad's bloodlust knew no sin,
His own brother, his own kin,
Met the same fate, impaled on a pin.
Yet Vlad's rule, though feared and dread,
Was not without a price to be paid,
For vengeance sought, had its toll,
Prompt: Amidst the heaps of scrap and steel,
A dog with eyes of hardened zeal,
A guardian fierce, a loyal friend,
Whose story's one that's sure to rend.
A rusty coat, a crooked tail,
A heart so big, it could not fail,
To brave the years of dirt and grime,
A jewel buried in the grime.
Abandoned, left to fend alone,
He found his way to this junkyard home,
Where towering piles of metal lie,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
He barks and growls with all his might,
Keeping watch through the darkest night,
A sentinel with tireless stride,
In this desolate place, his pride.
But in his eyes, a sorrow lingers,
As he recalls his days of fingers,
The human touch, the tender care,
A memory too much to bear.
He dreams of warmth, of gentle hands,
Of love that he can't understand,
For he was cast away with scorn,
Left to brave the junkyard's thorn.
But in his heart, a flicker burns,
A hope that someday he'll discern,
A glimmer of that long-lost grace,
In this forsaken, desolate place.
Prompt: In a garden full of blooms,
Lies a fairy in costume of plumes.
With gossamer wings and a twinkling glance,
She's the queen of nature's grandest dance.
With petals as her ballroom floor,
She flits and twirls, her heart awhore.
Her tiny feet and dainty toes,
Gracefully move as the wind blows.
She whispers secrets to the flowers,
In the quietest of garden hours.
Her laughter tinkles like a bell,
As she weaves her magic spell.
With a wand made of dewdrops bright,
She paints the world with colors light.
Her presence brings a sense of cheer,
To all who see her dance so near.
So if you glimpse a fleeting sight,
Of a fairy in the softest light,
Know that in the garden fair,
A fairy dances without a care.
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.
