Prompt: Deuteronomy Chapter 11, a message to impart,
God's faithfulness, unwavering from the start.
A call to remember, His mighty hand,
And follow His ways, in the promised land.
He led them out of Egypt's land,
With miracles and wonders, grand.
He parted the Red Sea wide and clear,
Guiding His people, without any fear.
In the wilderness, He provided food,
Manna from heaven, a heavenly mood.
He quenched their thirst, with water sweet,
A faithful God, who never missed a beat.
He disciplined them, with love so strong,
Correcting their ways, when they went wrong.
To teach them His statutes, His commands,
A loving Father, who always understands.
He promised them a land so grand,
With blessings, abundance, and fertile land.
A land flowing with milk and honey,
Where they would prosper, and never be lonely.
But a condition was given, so clear,
To love and serve Him, without any fear.
To keep His commands, and walk His ways,
To follow His guidance, all of their days.
For God's faithfulness, will never fail,
Prompt: In Deuteronomy Chapter Sixteen, so bright,
God's laws for feasts and times of pure delight.
Passover, Weeks, and Booths, all joyous days,
To gather, worship, give God's name the praise.
The first month's moon, Passover's grand start,
With unleavened bread, and lamb's blood apart.
A time to remember freedom's sweet taste,
When God delivered from Egypt's harsh waste.
Then Weeks arrives with harvest's golden yield,
Offerings given with a grateful heart revealed.
Seven weeks from Passover, it shall be,
A time of thanksgiving, abundant and free.
And Booths, the final feast in autumn's breeze,
With temporary shelters made with ease.
A reminder of God's faithful hand,
When Israel wandered through the desert sand.
So let's rejoice, with grateful hearts sincere,
For God's provision, His guidance clear.
As we celebrate these feasts divine,
In Deuteronomy Sixteen, God's wisdom shines.
Prompt: In Deuteronomy Chapter Nineteen, we find,
God's law of refuge for all mankind.
A place of safety, a shelter sure,
For those in need, to endure and endure.
Cities of refuge, divinely set,
For the accused, a haven to let.
If unintentional blood was shed,
A place of refuge, where they could be led.
But not for murderers with blood on hand,
Or those who plotted with evil's demand.
God's justice firm, His mercy clear,
A place of refuge for those who fear.
A fair trial and impartial plea,
God's commandments, the guiding key.
To protect the innocent from blame,
And uphold justice without shame.
So let us seek God's refuge true,
In Deuteronomy Nineteen, a shelter anew.
A place of safety, for all who flee,
God's law of refuge, for you and me.
Prompt: In Deuteronomy Chapter Twenty-Two,
God's cherished values, forever true.
Respect for others, in all we do,
Guidance for living, both old and new.
The lost and found, restored with care,
A neighbor's property, we shall share.
The fallen beast, we shall not pass,
But help it rise, with mercy's class.
Distinctive clothing, not to blend,
God's design, to comprehend.
A woman's purity, preserved with grace,
A sacred bond, in its rightful place.
The value of life, in all its forms,
From birds to beasts, in their norms.
A mother bird, her nest to keep,
A lesson taught, both wide and deep.
Marriage's sanctity, to uphold,
Faithfulness prized, more precious than gold.
Adultery's wrong, a sin abhorred,
God's commandments, our moral sword.
So let us cherish God's values pure,
In Deuteronomy Twenty-Two, endure.
A guide for living, with wisdom's light,
To honor God's ways, day and night.
Prompt: In Deuteronomy, a song so true,
The words of Moses, old and new.
Chapter thirty-two, a poetic tale,
Of God's faithfulness that will prevail.
Moses sang of God's great might,
His deeds so wondrous, in His sight.
He praised the Lord, with voice so strong,
Recalling His guidance all along.
From Egypt's land, He led them out,
With signs and wonders, beyond all doubt.
He guided them through desert sand,
With care and love, at His command.
But Israel turned from His embrace,
And followed idols, a sinful race.
They brought upon themselves God's wrath,
Disobeying His righteous path.
Yet, God's love and mercy remained,
His faithfulness never strained.
He would not forsake His chosen race,
But offered them forgiveness and grace.
So let us heed the song's refrain,
In Deut, Chapter Thirty-Two's refrain.
To worship God, and Him alone,
And make His ways our very own.
Prompt: In Numbers, Chapter Two, a sacred plan,
For organizing the tribes, to a precise span.
Each tribe had its place, a specific site,
In the camp of Israel, all set right.
The east, the south, the west, the north,
Each tribe positioned, as they ventured forth.
With Judah leading, a royal banner,
And Reuben, Simeon, and Gad, in manner.
Ephraim, Manasseh, and Benjamin too,
Dan, Asher, and Naphtali, a chosen few.
With Levi in the center, God's holy tribe,
Ministering to Him, with reverence and vibe.
In Numbers, Chapter Two, a lesson told,
Of order, unity, and faith so bold.
God's people organized, in perfect array,
Marching to His guidance, day by day.
So let us learn from this ancient story,
In Numbers, Chapter Two's ordered glory.
To follow God's lead, with hearts aligned,
In perfect unity, with Him entwined.
Prompt: Moses, the leader of the Israelite race,
Was humble and meek, in God's loving grace.
But Miriam and Aaron, his siblings dear,
Let jealousy and pride cloud their hearts with fear.
They spoke against Moses, with venomous tongue,
Their discontent surfaced, their anger flung.
"Why does he alone receive God's decree?
Are we not prophets, equally free?"
God heard their words, and in His wrath,
He called them to the tent, along a narrow path.
He spoke to them sternly, with righteous might,
Rebuking their pride, their envy's blight.
"Moses is special, to him I speak clear,
He is my chosen, without any fear.
Beware of your words, and your jealous ways,
For pride and envy, My favor betrays."
Miriam was struck, with leprosy's mark,
Her skin turned white, a painful spark.
Aaron pleaded for her, in deep distress,
Moses prayed, and God did bless.
Miriam was healed, but the lesson clear,
In Numbers Chapter 12, for all to hear.
That pride and envy, can lead to downfall,
And humility is a virtue, above all.
Prompt: The desert parched, the people thirst,
Their cries to Moses, a desperate burst.
God's command, a rock to strike,
Water to flow, a gift alike.
But Moses, filled with anger's flame,
Struck the rock, a deed of blame.
Instead of speaking, as God had said,
Disobedience, raised its head.
Water gushed forth, a life-giving stream,
Yet Moses' act, a broken theme.
Numbers Chapter 20, a sobering tale,
Of God's provision, and human frail.
A lesson learned, a price so high,
To heed God's word, to trust and rely.
For in obedience, blessings abound,
In God's faithfulness, hope is found.
Prompt: Balaam spoke, his eyes divinely opened,
A prophet's voice, with words so chosen.
Visions clear, a future foretold,
God's promises, in stories bold.
A star arising, from Jacob's line,
A scepter lifted, a reign divine.
Nations blessed, through Abraham's seed,
God's covenant, a surest creed.
Balaam's words, a prophecy true,
God's faithfulness, forever anew.
Numbers Chapter 24, a story of hope,
God's promises fulfilled, beyond our scope.
Prompt: A census taken, a count anew,
Generations numbered, a faithful view.
The Promised Land, they soon would claim,
God's covenant, their rightful aim.
The tribes of Israel, a chosen race,
Counted and named, in God's embrace.
From old to young, they all were seen,
A new generation, a future keen.
God's faithfulness, from age to age,
His promises sure, an eternal gauge.
Numbers Chapter 26, a record kept,
Generations counted, as God's plan crept.
In God's hands, our lives are held,
Each one counted, His love upheld.
For in His grace, we find our place,
A part of His story, by His grace.
Prompt: In Judges Chapter 4, a tale of might,
A prophetess named Deborah, shining bright.
With wisdom and courage, a guiding light,
She led God's people, in their fight.
Barak, a general, she did inspire,
To face their foes, with faith entire.
With chariots and armies, a formidable pyre,
But Deborah's faith, it would not tire.
Sisera, the enemy, met his fate,
As Deborah's leadership, could not abate.
He fell in battle, sealed by God's dictate,
His defeat, a victory so great.
In Judges Chapter 4, Deborah's song,
A triumph of faith, so bold and strong.
God's people learned, they did belong,
To Him who leads, when things go wrong.
So let us cherish Deborah's story,
Her faith and courage, a testament of glory.
In Judges Chapter 4, her triumph's allegory,
A reminder of God's redeeming glory.
Prompt: A tale of sorrow, grief, and pain,
In Judges 21, we find the strain.
The tribe of Benjamin, in dire need,
Their women lost, their future bleak indeed.
The tribes of Israel, with hearts so sore,
Sought a solution, to restore,
The tribe of Benjamin, back to life,
To end the turmoil, the endless strife.
They sought the Lord, for guidance true,
To heal the wounds, and make things new.
They found a way, with wisdom rare,
To bring hope back, and heal the despair.
A solution found, a plan in place,
To provide wives, with love and grace,
For Benjamin's sons, a future bright,
With God's blessings, a guiding light.
A lesson learned, in Judges 21,
Of healing, restoration, and the sun,
That shines anew, after the storm,
To bring new hope, and hearts reform.
A reminder clear, of God's great love,
To restore, renew, from up above.
A healing balm, for wounds so deep,
In Judges 21, a promise to keep.
Prompt: Once upon a time, a tale untold,
A legacy, precious, adorned with gold.
A forgotten realm, lost in time,
Whose glory shone with a vibrant prime.
Once cherished by those who came before,
A treasure hidden, a lore to explore.
But history's pages turned with haste,
And memories faded, leaving no trace.
The whispers of valor, courage, and might,
Echoed faintly in the silence of the night.
The legacy once revered and grand,
Now lies abandoned, in a forgotten land.
Yet, a glimmer of hope still lingers on,
A whisper of a legacy, long withdrawn.
A treasure waiting to be rediscovered,
By those who seek with hearts uncovered.
So let us delve into the past,
Unraveling mysteries that will surely last.
For in the forgotten legacy's embrace,
Lies a treasure trove of wisdom and grace.
Prompt: A heart once broken, now on mend,
A journey of healing, on which we depend.
With tears that flow and wounds that ache,
Time's gentle balm, a path we take.
Each day a step, towards the light,
Seeking solace, in moments bright.
Finding comfort in cherished ways,
Embracing love, that forever stays.
Through friends and family, laughter and song,
We find our rhythm, we carry on.
With self-compassion, and patience too,
We heal the heart, and find anew.
So let us cherish, the mending heart,
A symbol of resilience, a work of art.
For in healing's embrace, we find our strength,
A heart renewed, a journey of great length.
Prompt: The Silent Witness, a tale untold,
A silent presence, calm and bold.
An observer in the shadows, standing by,
A witness to life's stories, with a watchful eye.
In moments of joy, and moments of sorrow,
The Silent Witness remains till tomorrow.
Witnessing life's dramas, with a quiet grace,
Holding secrets and truths, in a timeless space.
In moments of laughter, and moments of tears,
The Silent Witness stands, through the passing years.
Observing with compassion, without a word,
Taking note of every story, that is heard.
The Silent Witness sees the highs and lows,
The triumphs and defeats, life's ebb and flows.
A steadfast presence, in the chaos and noise,
A calm observer, with a patient poise.
But though silent, the Witness speaks,
Through keen observation, and insights that peek.
In the stillness of the heart, wisdom is found,
The Silent Witness, an anchor profound.
So take a moment, to pause and see,
The Silent Witness, within you and me.
A reminder to observe, with an open heart,
To be present in the moment, and play your part.
Prompt: On the Path of Enlightenment, a journey to the soul,
Where wisdom and compassion are the ultimate goal.
A quest for truth, a quest for light,
To illuminate darkness, and banish inner fight.
Through trials and challenges, the road may be tough,
But perseverance and resilience are more than enough.
With introspection and mindfulness as trusted guides,
One finds solace in stillness, where peace resides.
It's a pilgrimage of the heart, a quest for higher knowing,
A transformational journey, constantly growing.
With each step, a lesson learned,
As the soul awakens, and truths are discerned.
The Path of Enlightenment, a sacred way,
Where love and understanding hold sway.
A quest for enlightenment, a quest for grace,
A spiritual odyssey, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: A forgotten island, lost in the sea,
A mystery shrouded in history.
Its shores untouched, its jungles dense,
A land of secrets, a hidden suspense.
Its ancient ruins, weathered by time,
Hold tales of treasure, a whispered chime.
Of lost civilizations, long gone by,
A mystery that makes hearts sigh.
Its sandy beaches, kissed by the sun,
Hold secrets buried, one by one.
Of pirates' gold and buried loot,
A forgotten island, ripe with pursuit.
Its untamed wilderness, a world of its own,
With creatures unknown, a kingdom alone.
A forgotten island, with stories untold,
A treasure trove for the brave and bold.
Yet, whispers linger, of curses and fears,
Of ghostly whispers, and haunting tears.
For the forgotten island, holds more than meets the eye,
A tale of wonder, that will never die.
So, adventurers beware, as you set sail,
To the forgotten island, where mysteries prevail.
For in its depths, a truth awaits,
A story of legend, that captivates.
Prompt: A crimson moon, in the sky ablaze,
Casting a glow, with its fiery haze.
A sight so rare, a celestial wonder,
A crimson moon, pulling hearts asunder.
Its hue, so rich, a fiery red,
A mystic aura, as it overhead.
A lunar beacon, in the dark of night,
A crimson moon, a mesmerizing sight.
Its glow reflects, in tranquil lakes,
A crimson moon, with mystery it makes.
A symbol of passion, of love and desire,
Bathing the world, in its crimson fire.
Its beauty captures, hearts and minds,
A crimson moon, enchanting and kind.
A celestial jewel, in the midnight sky,
A crimson moon, a captivating high.
So, let us marvel, at this celestial boon,
A crimson moon, a rare and precious loon.
A symbol of love, of passion and grace,
A crimson moon, a celestial embrace.
Prompt: A kaleidoscope of memories, bright and bold,
In hues of silver, crimson, and gold,
A tapestry of moments, stitched with love,
Woven into a treasure trove, from above.
The laughter shared, the tears shed,
The dreams pursued, the words unsaid,
The places explored, the songs sung,
The battles fought, the victories won.
A kaleidoscope of memories, forever gleaming,
A mosaic of life, ever teeming,
Each piece unique, with its own hue,
A symphony of moments, old and new.
The sweet whispers of love, the warmth of a touch,
The scent of blooming flowers, the taste of a clutch,
The sights that mesmerize, the sounds that enthrall,
A kaleidoscope of memories, cherished above all.
Through the twists and turns of life's grand dance,
The memories remain, in a timeless trance,
They paint a portrait of a life well-lived,
A kaleidoscope of memories, eternally preserved.
So hold them close, these memories dear,
For they are the treasures we hold most near,
A kaleidoscope of moments, forever bright,
Guiding us through life's journey, with their radiant light.
Prompt: Flip flops, the shoes of ease,
Slip 'em on, feel the breeze.
Casual comfort for your feet,
Perfect for a summer's heat.
With straps that flip and flop,
They're carefree, no need to stop.
Strolling on the sandy beach,
Or dancing to a lively beat.
They come in colors bright and bold,
From classic black to shimmering gold.
They're laid-back, relaxed and cool,
A footwear choice for the rule.
So flip and flop, all day long,
With joyful steps, a carefree song.
In flip flops, you'll find your style,
A symbol of freedom and a mile-wide smile.
Prompt: With nimble folds and careful crease,
An origami bird takes its lease,
A masterpiece of artful grace,
In delicate form, it finds its place.
Its wings outstretched in flight's embrace,
A symbol of freedom, full of grace,
A paper bird of pure delight,
Unfolding joy with every flight.
Its beak points skyward, eyes so bright,
A beacon of hope, a wondrous sight,
A reminder of nature's charm,
A symbol of peace, so calm and warm.
So let us fold, with patient hand,
An origami bird, a marvel grand,
A token of creativity,
And a symbol of possibility.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: Looking out my back door, a scene so serene,
Nature's canvas painted with colors so green.
Leaves dancing in the breeze, a gentle sway,
Birds chirping merrily, a blissful display.
A world of wonder, just beyond my sight,
A haven of beauty, a source of delight.
A symphony of life, in nature's grand show,
Looking out my back door, a sight to behold.
A sanctuary of peace, a quiet retreat,
Where worries fade, and stress finds defeat.
A glimpse of heaven, a moment of grace,
As I gaze outside, a smile on my face.
Nature's marvels, a gift to cherish,
A reminder of the wonders that never perish.
Looking out my back door, I am in awe,
Grateful for the beauty, without a flaw.
Prompt: On a sunny day, without a care,
I put on shades that were quite rare,
With lenses dark and frames so cool,
They made me feel like such a fool.
For they were cheap sunglasses, oh so clear,
Bought for a bargain, nothing to fear,
But as I strolled along the street,
I soon felt heat beneath my feet.
The plastic frames began to melt,
And the lenses fogged, it was my fault I felt,
For my cheap sunglasses were no match,
For the scorching sun's intense dispatch.
I stumbled and tripped, my vision impaired,
As people stared and people stared,
With shades askew, a lopsided look,
I felt like I was in a comedy book.
So take my advice, don't be swayed,
By cheap sunglasses on display,
Invest in quality, protect your sight,
And enjoy the sunshine with clear delight!
Prompt: A marine sniper, skilled and keen,
A silent force, yet rarely seen.
With rifle poised, a steady hand,
Camouflaged in foreign land.
A master of concealment, unseen,
A ghost in shadows, serene.
Patiently waiting, eyes alert,
For a single shot to do his work.
Meticulous aim, unwavering gaze,
Through crosshairs, targets in a haze.
Precision shot, a lethal strike,
Swift and deadly, in the fight.
A protector, a guardian's role,
A sentinel of the warrior's soul.
Vigilant, resolute, and bold,
A marine sniper, steadfast and bold.
With honor, duty, and unyielding skill,
He defends with aim and iron will.
A silent sentinel, a watchful eye,
A marine sniper, standing high.
Prompt: In reverence and awe, we bow our heads,
To worship God in sacred threads.
With grateful hearts and spirits pure,
We seek His grace, forever sure.
In prayer and song, we raise our voice,
To honor Him, our highest choice.
With faith and love, we praise His name,
In worship, our souls aflame.
In silence and stillness, we find His peace,
As His presence brings our souls release.
With humbled hearts, we seek His face,
In worship, we find His endless grace.
Through every trial, in every season,
In worship, we find divine reason.
For God is near, and God is true,
In worship, we draw close anew.
So let us worship, with hearts ablaze,
In awe and reverence, all our days.
For God is worthy of our praise,
In worship, we find endless rays.
Prompt: Deep in Missouri's woods, a legend dwells,
Of a creature elusive, with stories it tells.
The Momo, a cryptid, a mystery profound,
A humanoid beast, that's rarely found.
With shaggy fur and eyes that gleam,
A towering figure, both fearsome and extreme.
Its footprints large, its growls heard loud,
The Momo's presence, a legend avowed.
Some say it's just a hoax or a tall tale,
A creature of myth, a fabricated detail.
But those who've seen its monstrous form,
Are left with awe, and feelings of alarm.
The Missouri Momo, a legend unknown,
A creature that's feared, but rarely shown.
A mystery that lingers, in Missouri's lore,
The elusive Momo, a legend to explore.
Prompt: In North Dakota's skies, so wide and grand,
A mighty bird, with wingspan fanned,
With feathers strong and eyes aglow,
The Thunderbird soared, with a mighty show.
Its wings were wide, like a canvas spread,
A sight that filled all hearts with dread,
With a beak sharp as a lightning bolt,
The Thunderbird soared, with power and tumult.
Its cry was like thunder, a booming sound,
Shaking the earth as it circled around,
A legendary creature, awe-inspiring and bold,
The Thunderbird's tale, a story untold.
From the native legends to modern-day lore,
The Thunderbird's legend forevermore,
A symbol of strength and power untamed,
In North Dakota's skies, a legend acclaimed.
Though sightings may fade, and stories may shift,
The Thunderbird's spirit, a powerful gift,
A tale of wonder, in North Dakota's lore,
The Thunderbird's legacy, forevermore.
Prompt: The Incubus
A phantom in the shadow's cloak,
A creature that can both charm and provoke.
With fiery eyes and a devil's grin,
A seductive presence, a temptation's sin.
The incubus, a cunning foe,
Who preys on hearts that long to know,
The pleasures of the flesh and more,
He whispers secrets to explore.
He haunts the dreams of the weary mind,
A nocturnal lover, one of a kind.
His touch, a burning, sensual caress,
An otherworldly, forbidden access.
He lures with promises of desire,
A tantalizing, bewitching fire.
His voice, a melody that enchants,
His embrace, a deadly dance.
But beware, for his intentions are dark,
A creature that leaves a lasting mark.
He feeds on souls, he craves their essence,
A haunting presence, devoid of innocence.
So guard your heart, your soul, your bed,
For the incubus, with a hunger, is fed.
A phantom lover, a tempting tease,
Beware his charms, for he aims to please.
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.
