Prompt: A cursed amulet, a tale of woe,
A trinket with a sinister glow.
Its beauty lures with an eerie charm,
But beneath lies a dark and dire harm.
Once worn with pride, a coveted treasure,
But soon brings misfortune without measure.
Its curse brings anguish, pain and plight,
A haunting presence through the night.
It tempts with power, it tempts with greed,
But its curse is cruel, indeed.
For those who dare to wear its chain,
Are bound by a malevolent strain.
Misfortune follows in its wake,
As hearts are shattered, souls forsake.
A cursed amulet, a haunting spell,
Its malevolence none can quell.
Those who seek to break its curse,
Must face a trial that's dire and terse.
With courage, wisdom, and resolve,
They may find a way to absolve.
But the cursed amulet, a lesson taught,
That power and greed are dearly bought.
For treasures tainted by dark desire,
Can bring a curse that never tires.
Prompt: Against the shadows, a valiant fight,
Battling dark forces, with all their might.
With hearts ablaze, and swords held high,
They stand as one, to defy the sky.
The darkness looms, with tendrils deep,
Threatening to engulf, to steal and reap.
But heroes rise, with courage bold,
To face the darkness, uncontrolled.
They wield their strength, their faith, their light,
To vanquish shadows, and restore the right.
They fight with honor, and hope in their hearts,
To tear apart the darkness' dark arts.
Though battles rage, and trials abound,
They stand unwavering on solid ground.
For in their souls, a fire burns bright,
To conquer darkness with unwavering might.
And so they press on, with unwavering zeal,
Battling dark forces with nerves of steel.
For in their hearts, a truth rings clear,
That light prevails, and darkness will fear.
Prompt: At the edge of tomorrow, the unknown awaits,
A world of possibilities, beyond the gates.
With hearts aflutter and eyes aglow,
We step forward, into the future's show.
A blank canvas, a story untold,
Waiting to unfold, bold and bold.
New horizons beckon, adventures new,
At the edge of tomorrow, dreams come true.
With courage as our guide, we explore,
Embracing challenges, and so much more.
Leaving behind the past, stepping ahead,
At the edge of tomorrow, our souls are fed.
With hope as our compass, we journey on,
Through highs and lows, till the break of dawn.
For at the edge of tomorrow, we find our way,
A future bright with endless array.
So let's embrace the unknown with open heart,
Ready to make our mark, a brand new start.
At the edge of tomorrow, our destiny calls,
With endless possibilities, where hope enthralls.
Prompt: With a flick of his wrist and a mystic command,
The magician wields his wand, so grand,
He conjures tricks that awe and amaze,
With every spell, a spellbinding blaze.
He plucks flowers from an empty hat,
And makes coins disappear, just like that,
He saws a lady in half with a grin,
Then puts her back, intact again.
He pulls a rabbit from his sleeve,
And makes it vanish, to deceive,
He makes cards float in midair,
And reads minds with a mystic flair.
He casts illusions, one by one,
A master of his craft, second to none,
His stage is set with wonder and delight,
As he captivates with his magical sight.
But the true magic lies within,
In the joy he brings, with a knowing grin,
For in his tricks and mesmerizing show,
He sparks imagination and wonder's glow.
So, let's applaud the magician's art,
As he weaves his spell with a skillful start,
For in his magic, we find delight,
And a moment of awe that shines so bright.
Prompt: In the ring, with gloves of leather,
Moves a fighter, with a spirit that's clever,
Throwing jabs and hooks, left and right,
A shadow boxer, a formidable sight.
His movements swift, his footwork keen,
A boxing master, a fighting machine,
Dancing with shadows, in a graceful sway,
A display of skill, in a rhythmic play.
He ducks and weaves, with lightning speed,
Dodging punches, with a skillful heed,
His fists flying, in a dazzling show,
A shadow boxer, with an unstoppable flow.
He shadows his opponent, with keen eyes,
Anticipating moves, with clever tries,
Throwing combos, with precision and grace,
A shadow boxer, in a boxing embrace.
He fights his battles, in the ring of air,
A shadow boxer, with an invisible flair,
Training hard, with unwavering might,
A warrior of shadows, in the fading light.
So, let's applaud the shadow boxer's might,
In the ring of shadows, he fights the fight,
A champion of skill, with moves so bright,
The shadow boxer, a true boxing delight.
Prompt: Life's journey, bound by chains,
Of triumphs and failures, joys and pains.
We strive and struggle, with every breath,
In pursuit of dreams, or to conquer death.
Chains of expectations, society's norms,
Dictating our path, in prescribed forms.
Bound by obligations, duties to fulfill,
Sometimes losing ourselves, against our will.
Chains of memories, both sweet and sour,
Moments cherished, or ones we'd rather devour.
Holding us back, or propelling us forward,
Shackles of the past, sometimes a burden.
Chains of fears, doubts that hold us tight,
Limiting our reach, blocking our sight.
Holding us back from taking a leap,
Keeping us within a comfort zone, so deep.
Yet, amidst the chains, there's strength to find,
A fire within, a spirit that's not confined.
Breaking free, with courage and might,
Embracing life's journey, in a daring flight.
So, let us strive, and break the chains,
Embrace the unknown, and break the constraints.
Life's journey, a symphony to play,
Unfolding before us, each and every day.
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: In Nebraska's Alkali Lake, a tale is told,
Of a monster lurking in waters cold.
With scales and fins, a fearsome sight,
A creature that haunts the day and night.
The Alkali Lake Monster, a legend steeped,
In mystery and wonder, secrets it keeps.
Is it a prehistoric relic, a creature unique?
Or a figment of imagination, a tale to pique?
Sightings are rare, but stories persist,
Of encounters with the creature's mist.
A monstrous form, with eyes aglow,
The Alkali Lake Monster, a legend to sow.
Is it real or just a myth of lore?
A mystery that lingers, from shore to shore.
The Nebraska Alkali Lake Monster, a cryptid's tale,
A legend that continues to bewitch and prevail.
Prompt: In the waters of New York's great lake,
A creature stirred, causing quite a quake,
With eyes that glimmered in the moonlight's gleam,
The New York Champy, a legendary theme.
A creature of mystery, elusive and shy,
With a long, coiled body that would catch the eye,
Sightings were rare, but stories abound,
Of a serpent-like beast that could astound.
Some claimed it had fins, others said it had scales,
But none could deny the excitement it entails,
As it slithered through the lake, swift and sleek,
A legend that made even skeptics peek.
With whispers of Champy, the lake came alive,
As locals pondered, "Could it truly thrive?"
A creature of myth, or a hidden truth,
The New York Champy, a legend uncouth.
So, in the depths of the lake, the mystery remains,
A tale of wonder that still entertains,
As Champy lurks, a legend of the deep,
A creature of lore that will forever keep.
Prompt: In Oregon's forests, a story's been told,
Of a creature colossal, and mighty bold.
With fur as dark as the night sky's hue,
The Oregon Colossal Claude, a legend so true.
Its footsteps shake the earth below,
As it roams the woods with a fearsome glow.
Its eyes, like embers, burn with fire,
A creature that ignites both awe and ire.
Some say it's a bear, others a beast,
A legend that's grown, a myth, at least.
But those who've glimpsed its massive frame,
Know the Oregon Colossal Claude, it's more than just a name.
So if you venture to Oregon's wild,
Keep an eye out for this mysterious child.
For the legend lives on, in tale and lore,
Of a colossal creature to be explored.
Prompt: High in the sky, with wings so grand,
A creature soared, across the land.
A lion's body, an eagle's might,
A wondrous beast, a majestic sight.
The Griffin, fierce and noble too,
With golden feathers, and eyes so true.
A guardian fierce, with heart of gold,
A creature mythic, yet uncontrolled.
Its talons sharp, its beak so keen,
A protector feared, yet rarely seen.
Its wings spread wide, in flight so bold,
A creature of legend, from stories of old.
A creature rare, with regal grace,
A symbol of power, in every place.
With strength untamed, and wisdom true,
The Griffin flew, with skies in view.
So let us honor, this mythical beast,
A creature proud, with nature's feast.
A reminder of the magic we behold,
In tales and legends, forever told.
Prompt: In the tomb, a pharaoh rests so still,
Wrapped in cloth from head to heel.
Cursed to slumber for eternal days,
Guarded by ancient, mystic ways.
But one dark eve, a foolish thief,
Disturbed the mummy's silent grief.
He pried open the sarcophagus lid,
Awakening the pharaoh amid.
With eyes that gleamed with vengeful fire,
The mummy rose, his wrath inspired.
Unleashing curses, spells and hex,
Seeking revenge, he flexed his wrecks.
Through the corridors, he stalked with might,
A cursed being in the dead of night.
His bandaged form, a fearsome sight,
A haunting figure in the moon's pale light.
The thief ran fast, but could not flee,
From the wrath of the pharaoh's decree.
For the mummy's power was too great,
A force of ancient, relentless hate.
In the end, the thief met his fate,
A warning to those who tempt such fate.
Beware the mummy's ancient wrath,
For disturbing his slumber is a treacherous path.
Now, the mummy rests once more,
Guarded by curses, ancient lore.
A legend whispered through the sands,
Of a cursed pharaoh, in timeless lands.
Prompt: In the woods, where darkness falls,
There lurks a figure, tall and thin.
With arms like tendrils, stretching wide,
He moves with stealth, no footfalls heard.
His face obscured, his form a blur,
A phantom born of myth and fear.
With glowing eyes that pierce the night,
He haunts your dreams, a chilling sight.
Beware the Slenderman's gaze,
For madness follows in his wake.
He preys on souls who dare to stray,
Into his realm, where shadows play.
So heed this warning, if you can,
And stay away from Slender's land.
For once he sets his sights on you,
There's naught to do but bid adieu.
Prompt: A feeling like a soaring flight,
A rush of joy, pure and bright,
A moment that lifts the soul up high,
A symphony of bliss that makes us sigh.
A state of being, a transcendent trance,
A surge of emotions, a thrilling dance,
A euphoric wave that sweeps us away,
In a world of ecstasy, where we long to stay.
Hearts racing fast, pulses in tune,
Colors more vivid, under the moon,
A sensation that's electric and alive,
A treasure to cherish, a gift to thrive.
Euphoria, a treasure to behold,
A treasure that turns moments to gold,
A fleeting glimpse of heaven's gate,
A reminder of life's wonders, so innate.
Prompt: King Solomon, wise and grand,
Ruled with wisdom, throughout the land.
His fame spread wide, his riches vast,
His wisdom sought, from first to last.
He judged with wisdom, fair and just,
His fame and wealth, a royal thrust.
He built the Temple, a sacred place,
A symbol of God's love and grace.
His wisdom tested, far and wide,
With riddles solved, and foes defied.
From distant lands, they came to see,
The wisdom of this king, so free.
He spoke of love, in words profound,
And penned Proverbs, that still resound.
His riches flowed, like rivers deep,
Yet true wisdom, he chose to keep.
King Solomon, a king of lore,
Whose wisdom shone, forevermore.
His legacy, a timeless tale,
Of wisdom's power, that will never fail.
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.
