Prompt: Oh, Martini, a timeless delight,
A cocktail classic, a liquid sight,
With olives or twists, a taste refined,
A libation cherished, so refined.
Gin or vodka, the choice is mine,
A splash of vermouth, a touch of wine,
Shaken or stirred, the perfect mix,
A drink that stirs, with every fix.
A glass so sleek, so crystal clear,
A sip so chic, a flavor dear,
The olive's brine, a hint of zest,
A symphony of flavors, at their best.
Sipped with style, in a swanky bar,
Or savored slowly, under the stars,
A drink that elevates, with every sip,
An elixir of class, a liquid trip.
So here's a toast, to the Martini grand,
A drink so refined, in a class of its own,
A symbol of sophistication, with a twist,
An iconic libation, that will forever persist.
Prompt: In the streets of New Orleans, a festive display,
A celebration of colors, in a dazzling array,
A time of revelry, of music and dance,
A carnival of joy, a vibrant trance.
The Mardi Gras masks, so elaborate and grand,
Concealing identities, in a mystical land,
With feathers and beads, in purple, green, and gold,
A spectacle of wonder, a story yet untold.
The parade comes alive, with floats so bright,
As crowds gather 'round, in sheer delight,
Throws fly through the air, with cheers and shouts,
A jubilant scene, without any doubts.
The sounds of jazz, fill the air,
As people sway, without a care,
In masks and costumes, a whimsical sight,
A Mardi Gras magic, that shines so bright.
A time of indulgence, before the Lent,
A festive spirit, so heaven-sent,
A celebration of life, in a dazzling display,
Mardi Gras, a joyous carnival, in a mystical way.
Prompt: The Lizard King, a rebel soul,
A poet with a heart so bold,
Jim Morrison, a man untamed,
His spirit wild, his words inflamed.
With leather pants and shaggy mane,
He sang of love and death's dark reign,
A voice that roared, a mind that soared,
A tortured soul, a music lord.
He lived in chaos, drowned in fame,
Haunted by demons, lost in flame,
A poet lost in mystic dreams,
Seeking truth in psychedelic streams.
His eyes held secrets, mysteries deep,
A soul on fire, a restless leap,
He left too soon, a legend's fate,
A legacy that still captivates.
The Lizard King, forever gone,
But his poetry and music live on,
A countercultural icon, a rockstar's story,
Jim Morrison, forever in glory.
Prompt: In ancient days, when time was young,
A world was formed, a tale begun,
In Genesis, the holy book,
The story of creation, took.
On the first day, with mighty hand,
God spoke the word, and light was planned,
He made the day, He made the night,
And separated dark from bright.
On day two, with art divine,
The sky was stretched, a grand design,
He made the clouds, He made the air,
And set a boundary, high and fair.
On day three, the earth arose,
With plants and trees, in vibrant rows,
He made the grass, He made the flowers,
And filled the land with fragrant powers.
On day four, the stars were formed,
The moon and sun, a scene transformed,
He set them in the sky above,
To shine upon the world with love.
On day five, the seas were teeming,
With life abound, a sight worth dreaming,
He made the fish, He made the birds,
And filled the waters with His words.
On day six, the land was blessed,
With animals of every kind, the best,
He made the beasts, He made mankind,
And in His image, He designed.
On the seventh day, He rested true,
Prompt: In Eden's glade, a serpent sly,
Approached with cunning, caught their eye,
He whispered lies, deceived with skill,
And Adam and Eve, with hearts to thrill.
He questioned God, sowed doubt and fear,
And tempted them, with words unclear,
They doubted God's command divine,
And reached for fruit, a forbidden sign.
With hearts enticed, they took a bite,
Their eyes were opened, they saw the light,
But not in glory, as they thought,
But in shame and guilt, they were caught.
They realized their naked state,
And hid in fear, consumed by fate,
They tried to cover up their shame,
But sin had entered, forever changed.
God, in His mercy, came to seek,
His fallen children, weak and meek,
He called them out, with gentle voice,
To face the consequences of their choice.
With heavy hearts, they faced the Lord,
Confessed their sin, with one accord,
God's judgment fell, yet hope remained,
As He pronounced a promise, unstrained.
A Savior, born of woman's seed,
Would come to crush the serpent's greed,
To reconcile, to heal the breach,
Prompt: In Genesis, a story told,
Of Rachel, longing to behold,
A child of her own, a mother's heart,
A dream that seemed so far apart.
Her sister Leah, blessed with sons,
While Rachel's arms were left with none,
She cried out to God, in desperate plea,
"Grant me a child, oh, set me free!"
God heard her cry, in mercy heard,
And blessed her with a son, the Word,
Named Joseph, meaning "he will add",
A gift from God, and not a fad.
But Rachel's cry did not abate,
She longed for more, her heart innate,
She asked Jacob, her husband dear,
To give her more, without a fear.
Jacob, though, had other wives,
Who bore him sons, who filled their lives,
But Rachel's cry, a mother's pain,
Could not be silenced, nor in vain.
God heard her cry, yet once again,
And blessed her with another son, the strain,
Named Benjamin, a gift so sweet,
A child that made her heart complete.
Genesis Chapter 30, a mother's cry,
Her longing heart, her tear-stained eye,
A story of hope, of faith restored,
A reminder that God's love is never ignored.
Prompt: Jacob, troubled, heard God's call
To Bethel, he must go with all
His household, and his kin at hand
To worship God, in a promised land
They purged their idols, their hearts made clean
Renewed their covenant, with faith serene
God blessed Jacob, with a new name
Israel, now his honored claim
At Bethel, God appeared once more
To Jacob, with promises to restore
The land, the people, the legacy
God's faithfulness, a constant decree
Jacob built an altar, a testament
To God's grace, so evident
A place of worship, a hallowed ground
Where God's blessings would abound
Genesis 35, a tale of renewal
Of faith restored, a sacred jewel
A story of covenant, steadfast and true
God's promises fulfilled, anew.
Prompt: In ancient times, a tale is told
Of Esau's line, a story bold
In Genesis, Chapter 36
A lineage born of earthly gifts
Esau, firstborn of Isaac's kin
His birthright sold for a bowl of tin
His descendants, mighty and grand
A tribe of warriors, they command
The Edomites, a people strong
With kings and chiefs, they did belong
Their land so rich, their wealth renowned
Their heritage, forever crowned
Dukes and princes, chiefs of might
Descendants of Esau's birthright
From mighty Eliphaz to Reuel's kin
Generations passed, a noble kin
Esau's sons, chiefs of renown
Inhabited a land, a kingdom's crown
With cities built, and walls of stone
A prosperous land, they proudly own
From Timna, Oholibamah too
To Amalek, a tribe they knew
Generations passed, a legacy bright
As Edom's people marched with might
But history tells of wars and strife
As Edom's sons fought for their life
Against invaders, battles won
Their kingdom stood, beneath the sun
Yet, Edom's glory, it did fade
As time moved on, and shadows laid
Their kingdom fell, their power waned
Their story told, but memories remained
Prompt: In Egypt's land, a tale of dread,
A test of faith, by God's hand led,
Joseph's brothers, once again,
Faced a trial, a test of pain.
With grain in sacks, they journeyed back,
Unaware of the impending attack,
Joseph devised a cunning plan,
To test his brothers, to understand.
He hid a cup in Benjamin's sack,
A false accusation, a sudden attack,
The brothers protested, with fear and woe,
As Joseph confronted them with the blow.
They searched their sacks, dismayed and shocked,
The cup was found, their hearts were blocked,
Benjamin, accused of theft,
Their father's anguish, their own hearts cleft.
They pleaded with Joseph, in deep despair,
Offering themselves, with heartfelt prayer,
Joseph revealed himself, their long-lost kin,
Their past transgressions, forgiven within.
He wept with joy, a reunion so sweet,
A moment of truth, a victory complete,
Forgiveness flowed, like a healing balm,
Reconciliation, a heavenly psalm.
A lesson learned, a tale profound,
Prompt: Egypt trembles, shrouded in dark,
God's wrath unleashed, a mighty arc,
The firstborn, cursed, from highest to low,
Their lives taken, a fatal blow.
Pharaoh's heart, hardened like stone,
Ignored the warnings, left none alone,
Now anguish reigns in every home,
Grief and wails, a mournful tome.
Israel, ready to depart,
God's promise kept, a brand new start,
Exodus begins with night so grim,
Redemption won, on angel's whim.
So ends the tale of Exodus Eleven,
A fateful chapter, wrath from heaven,
But hope now dawns, a journey ahead,
With faith and courage, the Israelites are led.
Prompt: Exodus Chapter 16, a story of provision,
God's faithfulness shown in a heavenly vision.
The Israelites, hungry and weak,
In the wilderness, their future seemed bleak.
But God heard their cries, He knew their plight,
He rained down manna, a heavenly delight.
Each morning, like dew on the ground,
Manna appeared, a miracle profound.
With quail in the evening, and manna by day,
God sustained them, along the way.
They gathered enough, for each day's need,
Dependent on God's mercy, indeed.
But some were greedy, they hoarded in vain,
For manna spoiled, a lesson plain.
God's provision, a test of trust,
To rely on Him, was truly a must.
In Exodus 16, a lesson we learn,
To trust in God, with hearts that yearn.
His faithfulness, a promise sure,
In times of need, our hope secure.
So let us remember, each day anew,
God's provision, so faithful and true.
Exodus 16, a tale of grace,
God's manna from heaven, in every place.
Prompt: In Leviticus, the laws are told,
Divine decrees, so firm and bold,
To keep God's ways, and honor His name,
To live in reverence, free from shame.
For sins severe, the penalties clear,
Adultery, idolatry to fear,
And those who practice witchcraft's art,
Or dishonor parents from the heart.
The punishments are stern and just,
For those who break God's sacred trust,
A reminder of His holiness,
In Leviticus, we must confess.
So let us walk in righteous ways,
Obeying God, throughout our days,
Respecting His commands and will,
In Leviticus, we find wisdom still.
Prompt: The land of promise, so long foretold,
With borders marked in Numbers bold,
The tribes of Israel, a land to claim,
A dream fulfilled in God's own name.
From Jordan's banks to the Great Sea,
The promised land, their destiny,
From south to north, from east to west,
Their inheritance, by God's bequest.
The tribes of Israel, a united force,
To conquer lands and stay the course,
With Joshua as their faithful guide,
They marched ahead, with God to guide.
In Numbers Thirty-Four, a plan laid out,
The boundaries clear, beyond all doubt,
A vision realized, a promise kept,
As Israel's destiny, God faithfully stepp'd.
So let us remember, the faith of old,
How God fulfills what He has foretold,
In Numbers Thirty-Four, a tale of lands,
A testament to God's loving hands.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 11, we see,
The conquest of kings, a jubilee,
Joshua led his troops with skill,
To claim the Promised Land, God's will.
Kings of Canaan, they rose in might,
With chariots and soldiers to fight,
But Joshua trusted in the Lord,
His faith unwavering, by God's word.
He gathered his army, bold and brave,
And God's promise, He did engrave,
On their hearts, as they marched ahead,
With God's guidance, they were not misled.
They conquered kings and cities too,
God's power, in full view,
With Joshua's leadership so strong,
They marched and sang a victory song.
For God was with them, every step,
His faithfulness, they'll never forget,
In Joshua Chapter 11, a tale,
Of God's provision, that shall never fail.
So let us learn from Joshua's quest,
To trust in God, and give our best,
With faith and courage, we can stand,
Conquering kings, at God's command.
Prompt: Beneath the surface, hidden deep,
Lies a treasure trove, secrets to keep,
Locked away, in chambers unseen,
A tapestry of stories, a world unseen.
Whispers in the shadows, untold tales,
Concealed in hearts, like hidden trails,
Each one guarded, with utmost care,
A web of truths, too fragile to share.
Some secrets are memories, etched in pain,
Silent scars, that still remain,
Buried deep, in the sands of time,
Unspoken truths, a muted chime.
Others are dreams, cherished and dear,
Hopes and desires, too precious to share,
Kept close, in a sacred space,
A sanctuary, for the soul's embrace.
But secrets have weight, a burden to bear,
A heavy load, we sometimes wear,
A silent struggle, behind closed doors,
A labyrinth of emotions, with hidden floors.
So, let us be gentle, with the secrets we keep,
Respecting each heart, that holds them deep,
For they are a part, of who we are,
A tapestry of stories, both near and far.
Prompt: The art of letting go, a subtle grace,
A gentle act, in life's complex maze.
Releasing burdens, with a sigh,
Embracing freedom, as wings take flight.
It's learning to surrender, with open hands,
Releasing attachments, to far-off lands.
Letting memories drift, like autumn leaves,
Allowing new beginnings, like fresh spring breeze.
It's trusting the process, and letting be,
Accepting impermanence, with serenity.
For in letting go, we create space,
For new possibilities, to take their place.
The art of letting go, a profound art,
A bittersweet journey, that mends the heart.
For in the release, a peace is found,
A liberation of soul, that knows no bound.
Prompt: The dance of flames, a mesmerizing sight,
Flickering, swaying, in the dark of night.
A fiery ballet, with grace and flair,
An elemental performance, beyond compare.
Orange, yellow, red, and blue,
Intertwining hues, in a fiery hue.
Casting shadows, in a warm embrace,
A dance of flames, in a sacred place.
With crackling sound, and radiant heat,
The dance of flames, a captivating feat.
Casting light, in a dancing glow,
A spectacle that steals the show.
A dance of flames, a primal force,
Flickering, leaping, with no remorse.
Symbolizing power, passion, and desire,
A dance that ignites, a soulful fire.
Yet amidst the heat, and wild allure,
The dance of flames, holds mystery pure.
A dance that tells, a story untamed,
Of transformation, never the same.
So let us watch, in awe and wonder,
The dance of flames, a spell we're under.
A primal dance, that captivates,
The dance of flames, a fiery fate.
Prompt: A spiritual odyssey, a soul's quest,
A journey of the heart, to be at one's best.
Through valleys of darkness, and peaks of light,
Seeking meaning and purpose, both day and night.
The path is winding, with twists and turns,
Lessons abound, as the soul yearns,
For truth and wisdom, to light the way,
To find inner peace, come what may.
The journey takes courage, faith and trust,
As old beliefs crumble, and illusions bust,
Awakening the spirit to a higher plane,
Expanding consciousness, like a fiery flame.
Through meditation and introspection,
Reconnecting with divine connection,
Transcending limitations, embracing grace,
A spiritual odyssey, a sacred space.
With love as the compass, and compassion as the guide,
The soul discovers unity, beyond the divide,
Expanding awareness, to encompass all,
In awe of the journey, both big and small.
A spiritual odyssey, a quest for truth,
Unveiling mysteries, with unwavering youth,
A journey that's timeless, eternal in grace,
A soul's pilgrimage, to find its place.
Prompt: In the kitchen, a master at work,
A culinary genius, a culinary perk.
With skill and flair, and a chef's finesse,
The Iron Chef, creating culinary success.
With knife in hand, and flames aglow,
A culinary battlefield, a high-stakes show.
Creating dishes, a true work of art,
With flavors that dance, and thrill the heart.
From exotic spices to fresh ingredients,
A symphony of tastes, a culinary brilliance.
Innovative techniques, and creativity,
A culinary wizard, with culinary dexterity.
Against the clock, and the judges' taste,
The Iron Chef, a culinary race.
With passion and precision, and years of training,
A culinary legend, always remaining.
The kitchen is a canvas, the ingredients, the paint,
The Iron Chef, a culinary saint.
A culinary maestro, a true master,
Creating culinary wonders, faster and faster.
Prompt: Hush now, my dear, don't shed a tear,
Lay down your head, let go of fear,
Though your heart may feel torn apart,
I'll sing to you a lullaby for a broken heart.
Close your eyes, let the pain subside,
As I sing to you, by your side,
My soothing words, a gentle balm,
To ease your heart with healing calm.
Though love may sometimes fade away,
Leaving scars that seem to stay,
Remember, dear, you're not alone,
In this lullaby, I make my home.
I'll sing of hope and brighter days,
Of love that's true in countless ways,
I'll sing of dreams and second chances,
Of love that mends and heart advances.
So rest your weary soul tonight,
In my lullaby's sweetest light,
Tomorrow's dawn, a brand new start,
As I sing to you, my lullaby for a broken heart.
Prompt: A ring so radiant, a symbol of love,
A treasure cherished, like a treasure trove.
A promise made, a bond so true,
Sealed with a ring, shiny and new.
A sparkling gem, with a diamond's gleam,
A token of devotion, a lover's dream.
A circle of eternity, never-ending,
A love that's pure, forever blending.
On bended knee, a question asked,
A moment of joy, a love unmasked.
A "yes" that brings a joyful tear,
A future bright, without a fear.
The engagement ring, a precious token,
A love story, forever unspoken.
A symbol of commitment, so pure,
A love that's timeless, strong, and sure.
Prompt: The land once proud, now shrouded in gloom,
A nation torn apart, its people consumed.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of conflict, strife, and a nation's wail.
Rich in history, with culture so grand,
Her beauty and grace known throughout the land.
But greed and power brought forth the storm,
Leaving scars, a nation forlorn.
From Kiev's streets to Donetsk's plains,
The echoes of war, like haunting refrains.
Families torn apart, lives forever changed,
Innocent blood spilled, a nation estranged.
Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
Amidst the darkness, a will to fight.
For freedom and peace, they strive anew,
To heal the wounds, and start anew.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of resilience, courage, and a nation's sail.
May brighter days come, and peace be found,
In the hearts of Ukrainians, forever profound.
Prompt: Clint Eastwood, a legend of the screen,
A rugged cowboy, tough and mean.
With squinted eyes and a stoic face,
A man of few words, but full of grace.
A gun-slinging hero, with nerves of steel,
A silent force, with an iron will.
Facing danger with a steely gaze,
A legendary figure, in Western days.
From "Dirty Harry" to "The Man with No Name",
Clint Eastwood, a Hollywood flame.
Directing, producing, acting with might,
A multi-talented force, a beacon of light.
An icon of cinema, a timeless star,
With a career spanning, near and far.
A legend in his own right, a true icon,
Clint Eastwood, a living legend, second to none.
Prompt: The Night Nurse, a beacon of care,
In the darkness of night, always there.
With gentle hands and a comforting smile,
Bringing solace, mile after mile.
In the quiet hours, when all is still,
The Night Nurse tends, with unwavering skill.
Attending to patients, with a heart so kind,
A guiding light, for those in bind.
With watchful eyes and a soothing touch,
The Night Nurse tends, with love so much.
A healer in the night, a comforting guide,
A source of comfort, that cannot hide.
With tireless dedication, and a calming voice,
The Night Nurse tends, without any noise.
A guardian of health, in the shadows deep,
A beacon of hope, for those who weep.
So, rest assured, when night is dark,
The Night Nurse shines, a compassionate spark.
Bringing care and comfort, through the night,
A healthcare hero, with a heart so bright.
Prompt: In the Colorado mountains, rocky and steep,
Lives a creature that causes hikers to weep.
With a massive frame and a fearsome mien,
The Slide-Rock Bolter, a sight seldom seen.
Its massive jaws and its mighty claws,
Are built for sliding, without a pause.
With a rumble and a roar, it descends from the height,
To capture its prey in a daring midnight flight.
With a fearsome appetite and a hunger so dire,
The Slide-Rock Bolter leaves trails of muck and mire.
It slides down the slopes with a thunderous crash,
Its prey caught off-guard, unable to dash.
But fear not, dear hiker, for this tale is tall,
For the Slide-Rock Bolter is not a real thrall.
It's just a legend, a folklore delight,
A creature of myth in Colorado's height.
So, as you hike through the mountains grand,
Enjoy the beauty of the rugged land.
And remember the legend of the Slide-Rock Bolter,
A mythical creature, a fearsome jolter.
Prompt: In Georgia's waters, a legend resides,
A creature with a tale that still divides.
Altamaha-ha, a river monster rare,
With long neck and humps that rise in the air.
Its serpentine form glides through the stream,
A cryptid mystery, or so it would seem.
With eyes that gleam and scales that glisten,
Altamaha-ha's presence, a local tradition.
Some say it's a myth, a legend of lore,
A creature of legend, forevermore.
But sightings persist, through the years,
Of Altamaha-ha, despite doubts and fears.
Is it a sturgeon, or a misperception?
Or a mysterious creature, defying perception?
The Georgia Altamaha-ha, a mystery so grand,
A legend that lingers, throughout the land.
So keep an eye out, if you venture near,
The Altamaha River, so swift and clear.
For you may catch a glimpse, of a wondrous sight,
The Altamaha-ha, a cryptid's delight.
Prompt: Deep in Idaho's lakes, a legend is told,
Of a creature mysterious, yet bold.
With dark scales and eyes that gleam,
The Sharlie, a cryptid of elusive esteem.
Said to lurk in the depths, hidden from sight,
Emerging rarely, in the darkness of night.
With a long neck and a sinuous form,
The Sharlie's presence, a cryptid's norm.
Some say it's a sturgeon, others not so sure,
A relic of the past, with an ancient allure.
Or perhaps a hoax, a clever ruse,
The Sharlie's mystery, one that bemuse.
But tales persist, of sightings rare,
Of a creature that's elusive, beyond compare.
The Idaho Sharlie, a legend so grand,
A mystery that captivates the land.
So keep an eye out, as you traverse the lakes,
For a glimpse of a creature, that keeps us awake.
The Sharlie's legend, a mystery profound,
A cryptid's enigma, waiting to be found.
Prompt: In Iowa's town of Van Meter, a legend is told,
Of a monstrous creature, with eyes that glowed gold.
With wings and a horn, like a beast from a dream,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid of extreme.
Said to terrorize the town, with its eerie presence,
Flying through the night, defying all sense.
With a blinding light, that struck fear in hearts,
The Van Meter Monster, a creature that imparts.
Some say it's a hoax, a tall tale to believe,
A product of fear, meant to deceive.
Or perhaps a creature, from a distant lore,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid to explore.
But legends persist, of the creature's flight,
A mystery that captivates, both day and night.
The Van Meter Monster, a legend so grand,
A cryptid enigma, throughout the land.
So keep an eye out, as you wander by,
In Van Meter town, under the dark sky.
For you may witness, a rare sight to see,
The Van Meter Monster, a cryptid mystery.
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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