Prompt: A shepherd boy, with heart so bold,
Chosen by God, a story told.
A giant slayer, brave and strong,
With faith in God, he marched along.
Anointed king, in humble ways,
Ruled with justice, all his days.
A psalmist, poet, heart aglow,
His songs of praise, with love did flow.
A warrior king, with battles won,
United Israel, as one.
Conquered lands, and built a throne,
A kingdom flourished, his name well known.
Yet David faltered, made mistakes,
Repented, learned from each heartache.
His faith in God, unwavering still,
A man after God's own will.
A legacy, both bright and dim,
A complex man, yet loved by Him.
His story told, in sacred scrolls,
A king who rose, and paid the tolls.
King David's reign, a tale so grand,
A symbol of God's guiding hand.
A flawed yet faithful, chosen king,
Whose praises still, forever sing.
Prompt: In my dreams, caviar divine,
A feast for taste buds, so refined,
Glistening beads of luscious bliss,
A symphony of flavors, I can't resist.
The mother-of-pearl spoon I take,
A delicacy fit for kings, no mistake,
Buttery richness, briny delight,
A culinary symphony, a heavenly sight.
Surrounded by ice, a winter's tale,
A luxury indulgence, beyond the pale,
A dream of opulence, a caviar affair,
A symphony of flavors, beyond compare.
So I close my eyes and dream away,
In a realm of luxury, night and day,
Caviar dreams, a taste so rare,
A culinary journey beyond compare.
Prompt: Oh, the White Castle sliders, small and square,
A legendary snack, beyond compare,
With grilled onions and melted cheese,
A taste sensation, sure to please.
A tiny package, bursting with flavor,
A bite-sized treat, you can savor,
A steam-grilled patty, so tender and juicy,
Topped with onions, caramelized and oozy.
Soft, fluffy buns, perfectly toasted,
A satisfying snack, that's been boasted,
As the original slider, a culinary treasure,
A taste sensation, without any measure.
Late-night cravings, or a road trip snack,
White Castle sliders, always have your back,
A nostalgic treat, with a cult-like following,
A legendary taste, that keeps us longing.
So, bite into a slider, small and neat,
And savor the flavor, a true taste treat,
White Castle sliders, a classic delight,
A culinary legend, day or night.
Prompt: Oh Lord, my heart overflows with gratitude,
For all the blessings you have bestowed.
You've granted me salvation and hope,
And shown me a love that forever glows.
Your grace is abundant and unending,
Even when I fall short and stray.
You lift me up and guide me back,
With your unwavering love every day.
You've given me a purpose and a calling,
To serve you and spread your light.
To bring hope to those who are hurting,
And lead them to your saving might.
Your sacrifice on the cross is my salvation,
And the reason I live and breathe.
I'll forever praise and worship you,
For you alone are worthy to receive.
So let my life be a living testament,
To your love and your grace divine.
May I bring honor and glory to your name,
Until the end of time.
Thank you, Lord, for your endless mercy,
And for being with me every step of the way.
I give you all the praise and honor,
Forever and ever, each and every day.
Prompt: Beyond the limits, I dare to soar,
To realms unknown, I long to explore.
Boundaries are mere lines, I'll break through,
Infinite possibilities, I pursue.
No chains can bind my spirit's flight,
My dreams, my vision, shining bright.
I'll rise above, with wings unfurled,
Conquering challenges, reshaping my world.
No borders can hold my soul in a cage,
I'll break free, with passion and rage.
I'll cross divides, with love and grace,
Uniting hearts, regardless of race.
Transcending differences, I'll find common ground,
In understanding and empathy, strength profound.
For boundaries are but illusions of the mind,
When we open our hearts, we leave them behind.
So let's embrace diversity, let's break free,
Transcending boundaries, with unity as our decree.
Together we'll rise, hand in hand,
A world of harmony, we'll help command.
Prompt: A barber's strap, a razor's gleam,
A steady hand, a practiced theme.
The chair reclines, the cape is set,
A customer with eager fret.
The lather spreads, the brush a whirl,
The razor glides with graceful twirl.
Whiskers fall with each precise stroke,
The barber's art, a timeless spoke.
Conversation flows, stories shared,
The barber's skill, with pride declared.
A symphony of snips and trims,
A transformation from the brims.
A final touch, a splash of scent,
The customer, with looks content.
A sharp new look, a confident air,
The barber's strap, a master's flair.
Prompt: Karaoke, a night of fun and cheer,
Singing out loud, without a care or fear.
A microphone in hand, a stage to claim,
A chance to shine, and make your name.
With friends or strangers, in a crowded place,
You pick a song, with a smile on your face.
The music starts, the lyrics appear,
You sing your heart out, with a voice so clear.
You hit the notes, or maybe miss a few,
But it doesn't matter, it's all about you.
The joy of singing, the thrill of the stage,
Expressing yourself, with passion and rage.
From ballads to rock, from pop to blues,
You belt it out, with nothing to lose.
The crowd cheers on, clapping and hooting,
Your confidence soars, as you keep on shooting.
Karaoke, a chance to let loose,
To sing with abandon, to find your muse.
To share your voice, your soul's true sound,
In that moment, your presence profound.
So grab the mic, and step up with pride,
Sing your heart out, enjoy the ride.
Karaoke, a night to remember,
A celebration of music, an emote to render.
Prompt: In a time long ago, in the ancient past,
Lived a man so primal, his ways were vast.
He roamed the earth, a nomadic soul,
Unfazed by civilization's modern toll.
With skin of bronze, and hair unkempt,
A rugged figure, wild and unkempt.
His home was nature, his shelter crude,
A cave his refuge, a life so crude.
He hunted with skill, with spears in hand,
Tracking prey across the untamed land.
His senses sharp, his instincts keen,
A primal hunter, a wilderness scene.
He painted on walls, with colors bold,
Leaving stories told, from days of old.
Symbols and signs, a language pure,
A communication, timeless and sure.
He made fire dance, with sparks and flame,
Harnessing its power, a primal claim.
It kept him warm, it cooked his food,
A force of nature, a tool so crude.
He lived in tune, with nature's ways,
With reverence for the nights and days.
He honored earth, the sky, the trees,
In harmony with the gentle breeze.
Though life was tough, his spirit free,
He lived in harmony, with simplicity.
A glimpse of our past, a primal spark,
The caveman's world, so wild and stark.
Prompt: A thrill-seeker on two wheels,
Riding trails, the heart reveals.
Through rugged terrain, they race,
Chasing nature's scenic grace.
Pedals spinning, gears shifting,
Adrenaline pumping, spirits lifting.
Jumping roots, dodging rocks,
Breathing in the mountain air, it unlocks.
Uphill climbs, a test of strength,
The challenge embraced, no length.
Downhill descents, a thrilling ride,
With speed and skill, they glide.
Through forests dense, and meadows wide,
The mountain biker, a force to ride.
With mud and sweat, and dirt and dust,
They conquer trails, with passion robust.
A connection to nature, in every turn,
A symphony of motion, a thrill to learn.
In harmony with the trail, they flow,
With every jump and drop, they show.
The mountain biker, a free spirit,
Embracing adventure, they merit.
A love for the ride, a quest for more,
The mountain biker, a true explorer.
Prompt: Amadeus, a genius of his time,
Mozart's music, so sublime.
A prodigy with a gift so rare,
Composing melodies beyond compare.
From piano keys to symphony halls,
His music echoed through grandiose walls.
A maestro with a vision unique,
Creating masterpieces that would mystique.
Notes danced upon the page,
In a symphonic, harmonious rage.
A symphony of sound and soul,
Expressing emotions beyond control.
From "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" to "Requiem Mass",
Each composition, a musical class.
With passion and brilliance that shone so bright,
Amadeus' music, a beacon of light.
But his life, a tale of joys and sorrows,
A restless spirit, seeking tomorrows.
Struggling with fame and inner strife,
Yet leaving a legacy that still brings life.
Amadeus, a legend of music's lore,
His melodies linger forevermore.
A maestro whose music will never fade,
Inspirational, eternal, and grandly made.
Prompt: A symphony of notes, in perfect tune,
Harmony and rhythm, a melodic boon.
A fusion of melodies, blending in grace,
A perfect composition, a masterpiece in place.
Each instrument, playing its part,
Strings and keys, creating art.
Drums and bass, setting the pace,
Brass and woodwinds, adding their grace.
A seamless flow, of tones and chords,
Creating a tapestry, of musical words.
Notes that dance, notes that soar,
A symphony of emotions, to the core.
A crescendo of passion, a gentle refrain,
A perfect composition, a musical domain.
A journey of sound, from start to end,
A timeless creation, a message to send.
A harmony of voices, in perfect blend,
Singing in unison, a chorus to ascend.
Lyrics that touch the heart and soul,
A perfect composition, a symphony's goal.
In music's realm, a masterpiece shines,
A perfect composition, a treasure of finds.
A symphony of sounds, a work of art,
A perfect composition, that captivates the heart.
Prompt: The clouds are dancing in the sky,
Moving gracefully, floating high,
Their forms and shapes continuously change,
A mesmerizing sight, so wondrous and strange.
They twist and twirl with such finesse,
A beautiful display, effortless,
A sight to behold, for all to see,
A natural wonder, endlessly free.
The dancing clouds, a moving art,
Painted against a canvas of the heart,
A beauty that never fades away,
A moment to cherish, every day.
Prompt: Rhythmic beat of urban streets,
Horns and sirens blaring meets,
Voices rising, people greet,
The sound of the city, never discreet.
Neon lights and bustling crowds,
Footsteps pounding, voices loud,
Music spilling from bars and shrouds,
The sound of the city, an endless soundcloud.
Engines roaring, trains on track,
Fountains trickling, water attacks,
Wind rustling leaves, a natural knack,
The sound of the city, a symphony intact.
Prompt: Grandfather's old drafting table,
Stands proud and tall,
A relic of a bygone era,
Memories it does recall.
With wooden legs and weathered top,
It served him through the years,
Designs and plans were born on it,
Erased with care and tears.
A piece of history in the room,
A reminder of his craft,
It speaks of skill and dedication,
Of dreams that he made last.
Grandfather's old drafting table,
A symbol of his art,
A legacy that still lives on,
In every beating heart.
Prompt: In the heart of town, Main Street glows
Where friendly faces, everybody knows
Browsing shops, and grabbing a bite
Small town charm, what a delight
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.
