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
Prompt: The endless horizon,
Stretches far and wide.
A canvas of beauty,
With nowhere to hide.
The sun sets slowly,
Painting the sky.
A symphony of colors,
As the day passes by.
The ocean meets the sky,
In an endless embrace.
A love that never dies,
A never-ending grace.
The horizon calls,
To dream and to explore.
To chase the unknown,
And never to ignore.
Prompt: The snow falls softly,
blanketing the earth.
A silent serenity,
a moment of rebirth.
The world is hushed,
as nature takes its rest.
A peaceful quietude,
a moment we are blessed.
The snow speaks not,
but its message is clear.
To slow down and reflect,
to find calm in the fear.
So we stand and watch,
as the snow continues to fall.
Embracing the silence,
and finding peace in it all.
Prompt: Alone I sit, in quiet thought,
My heart aching, with love uncaught.
No one to hold, no one to care,
The loneliness is too much to bear.
I long for love, a true connection,
A partner for life, without rejection.
But for now, I'll sit and wait,
Hoping love will come, before it's too late.
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.
