Prompt: A podium awaits, a stage is set,
For a great debate, a challenge met.
Two sides collide, in verbal duel,
With passion and facts, they aim to fuel.
Arguments crafted, points well-made,
Each side vying, to persuade.
With eloquence and rhetoric, they strive,
To convince the audience, and come alive.
The stakes are high, the tension grows,
As speakers present their views and woes.
With words as swords, they clash and spar,
In a verbal contest, both near and far.
Emotions rise, opinions clash,
Facts and opinions, in a verbal splash.
The audience listens, with eager ears,
As the debaters make their cases clear.
In the end, a winner declared,
Or perhaps, opinions still aired.
The great debate, a battle fought,
With words as weapons, passionately wrought.
A forum for discourse, ideas exchanged,
Perspectives challenged, opinions rearranged.
The art of persuasion, on full display,
In "The Great Debate", come what may.
Prompt: In a Jamaican tiki hut,
Lies a paradise, so sweet and glut,
With palm-fringed roofs and bamboo walls,
A haven where relaxation calls.
With reggae beats and sandy floor,
A tropical retreat, you'll adore,
Where rum flows freely in coconut cups,
Jammin' in the sun, no time for hiccups.
The scent of jerk chicken fills the air,
As friends gather, a joyous affair,
Under thatched roofs, they dance and sway,
In the Jamaican tiki hut all day.
With colorful lanterns and twinkling lights,
The party goes on through starry nights,
With laughter, music, and island cheer,
Jammin' in the tiki hut, oh dear!
So raise a glass and toast the fun,
In the Jamaican tiki hut, under the sun,
A slice of paradise, a carefree scene,
Where worries fade, and good times glean.
Prompt: Granddad's old dentures, weathered and worn,
A treasured relic, a memory born,
A symbol of wisdom, laughter, and care,
A reminder of moments we used to share.
They sat in a glass by his bedside,
A testament to a smile so wide,
With stories and jokes that made us grin,
Granddad's old dentures, a precious kin.
Though chipped and stained, they held a tale,
Of a life well-lived, a colorful trail,
They brought joy to faces, young and old,
Granddad's old dentures, worth their weight in gold.
They may be just teeth, but oh, so much more,
A legacy of love that we adore,
A reminder of a granddad so dear,
Whose memory lives on, crystal clear.
So let us treasure these dentures old,
A cherished keepsake, a story untold,
For they hold a special place in our hearts,
Granddad's old dentures, a treasure that imparts.
Prompt: The brave officer, with valor and might,
A hero in uniform, standing upright,
With courage in their heart, and duty as their guide,
They protect and serve with unwavering pride.
Through perilous streets and dark alleys deep,
They uphold the law, their watch they keep,
With a stern resolve and a steady hand,
The brave officer, a defender of the land.
In the face of danger, they stand tall,
Facing adversity with unwavering gall,
They safeguard the innocent, uphold the right,
The brave officer, a beacon of light.
Through trials and challenges, they press on,
With compassion and courage that never is gone,
They serve their community with honor and grace,
The brave officer, a hero in every place.
So let us salute, with reverence and respect,
The brave officer, whose bravery we reflect,
For their unwavering service, day and night,
The brave officer, a beacon of might.
Prompt: On a busy street corner, a man did stand,
With a sign in his hand, a humble demand.
"Will buy food," it read, in scrawled ink,
His eyes downcast, as he tried not to think.
He once had a job, a family too,
But life dealt him blows, and his luck was askew.
Now homeless and hungry, he pleaded for aid,
With a sign in his hand, a heart heavy with trade.
Passersby hurried, some stopped to stare,
But most just ignored him, with a distant air.
His stomach rumbled, as he held his sign tight,
Hoping for kindness, in the cold city's light.
Then one day, a stranger drew near,
With a warm smile and compassion sincere.
He handed him food, and listened with care,
To the man's story, so heavy to bear.
Moved by his plight, the stranger did more,
He offered him help, a chance to restore.
With a job and a home, the man found his way,
No longer needing, the Will Buy Food sign's display.
Grateful and changed, he paid it forward,
Helping others in need, as he had been spurred.
And the sign he once held, a symbol of his past,
Now a reminder of the kindness that forever will last.
Prompt: On the first day of Kindergarten, so bright and new,
A little one ventured, with heart all askew.
With backpack and lunchbox, and shoes neatly tied,
They stepped into a world, so vast and wide.
Excitement and nerves, all bundled in one,
As they waved goodbye to mom or dad, when all was done.
New friends to meet, and games to play,
Learning their ABCs, day by day.
The teacher greeted with a warm hello,
Making them feel safe, with a gentle glow.
Colors and shapes, and numbers to learn,
As the little one's curiosity did burn.
They painted and sang, and read stories aloud,
Joined in playground fun, with a joyful crowd.
Made towers of blocks, and built with clay,
The first day of Kindergarten, a grand display.
And as the day came to an end,
The little one felt a newfound friend.
With a smile on their face, they headed back home,
Eager for tomorrow, wherever they may roam.
For the first day of Kindergarten, a memory so dear,
A stepping stone to a future, full of cheer.
A world of discovery, so vast and bright,
The start of a journey, a beacon of light.
Prompt: In the yard stands a jolly lawn jockey,
His presence whimsical, a bit rocky.
With painted face and uniform bright,
He welcomes guests both day and night.
A stoic sentinel of days gone by,
With a history that makes some sigh.
A symbol of an era long past,
Yet he stands strong, steadfast and fast.
His pose is proud, his stance is firm,
A figure of charm and unique term.
A silent guardian, watchful and keen,
A treasure of the lawn, a sight unseen.
Though controversies may sometimes arise,
His enduring presence still draws the eyes.
A nod to history, a touch of grace,
A lawn jockey's charm, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: Larry the Cable Guy, a comedic king,
With his catchphrases, he'll make you sing,
"Git-R-Done!" he'll proudly shout,
Bringing laughter, without a doubt.
With his trucker hat and sleeveless shirts,
He'll crack you up with his down-home quirks,
Blue-collar humor, full of fun,
A comedic act that's second to none.
From stand-up stages to TV shows,
Larry's humor always flows,
He'll keep you laughing, mile after mile,
With his wit and charm, and that classic smile.
So grab a snack, sit back and grin,
As Larry the Cable Guy, reels you in,
He'll make you laugh 'til your sides are sore,
A comedic legend, forevermore.
Prompt: The Siberian Husky, strong and bold,
With a coat of fur, so thick and cold.
A wolf-like beauty, with piercing eyes,
A majestic creature, under arctic skies.
A sled dog, built for the snowy plains,
With speed and stamina, it proudly gains.
A howling heart, a spirit wild,
Running free, like a fearless child.
A loyal companion, with a playful grace,
Thriving in cold, an untamed race.
A gentle nature, yet wild and free,
The Siberian Husky, a marvel to see.
With a thick coat of fur, and a heart so true,
A guardian of the icy blue.
A creature of beauty, strength, and pride,
The Siberian Husky, a true arctic guide.
Prompt: Close up studio portrait of a 200 year old man, extremely wrinkly, extremely happy, god rays in the background, clouds in the shape of hotdogs.
Prompt: Time traveller, steampunk in a retrofuturist landscape, hypermaximilist, hyperdetailed, intricately detailed, shimmering, oil painting, gold and bronze and glowing green, 8k resolution concept art portrait by Greg Rutkowski, by Tom Bagshaw, by Marc Chagall, Artgerm, WLOP, Alphonse Mucha dynamic lighting, Splash art trending on Artstation, triadic colors, Unreal Engine 5 volumetric lighting
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.