Prompt: Darkness falls, shadows creep,
A sense of foreboding, runs deep.
Moon obscured, stars concealed,
An evil night, a darkness revealed.
Whispers in the wind, eerie sound,
Fear and unease, all around.
Ghosts and ghouls, come to play,
On this fateful night, in disarray.
Cackling witches, on broomsticks soar,
Haunting echoes, chilling to the core.
Bats swoop low, owls hoot and screech,
A haunting symphony, beyond our reach.
Unseen eyes, watch from afar,
Mystery and menace, under every star.
Unknown terrors, lurking in the dark,
Sending shivers down the spine, a daunting mark.
A sense of danger, a thrill of fright,
On this evil night, a test of might.
But dawn will come, with the morning light,
Dispelling darkness, banishing the fright.
Evil night, a fleeting phase,
A reminder of life's mysterious ways.
For darkness fades, and light prevails,
A beacon of hope, as the night exhales.
Prompt: In a quaint village, a story is told,
Of an old man, humble and bold.
With cows as his prized possession,
He lived a life of simple expression.
Each day he'd tend to his gentle herd,
With love and care, his actions spurred.
He knew them all by name and face,
Their gentle eyes, their calm grace.
Through sunshine and rain, he'd roam,
Guiding them to pasture and home.
He'd milk them by the morning light,
With hands so weathered, yet held them tight.
His cows were his family, his heart and soul,
They brought him joy, they made him whole.
Their milk brought sustenance and delight,
To the village, morning, noon, and night.
But as years passed, his strength did wane,
His steps slowed, his back in pain.
His cows sensed his weariness, his decline,
And gathered around him, so benign.
They nuzzled him with warmth and care,
As if to say, "We're here to share.
We've given you our all, our best,
Now it's time for you to rest."
The villagers watched in awe and sigh,
As the old man bid his herd goodbye.
With tears in his eyes and a heart so full,
He thanked them for a life so beautiful.
For in his cows, he found true treasure,
A bond so pure, a lasting pleasure.
Prompt: A little girl's hand, small and sweet,
Holding on tight to mommy's beat.
With fingers soft and skin so pure,
Her innocence and joy endure.
She skips and twirls with childish glee,
Her laughter fills the air so free.
Her tiny hand reaches for the sky,
Dreaming of adventures up so high.
She plants flowers in the ground,
Delighting in each petal found.
Her hand touches nature's grace,
Exploring the world at her own pace.
With a heart so pure and eyes so bright,
Her little hand holds on so tight.
A beacon of hope, a ray of light,
A little girl's hand, a precious sight.
Prompt: A worn apron, with memories woven in,
Passed down by generations, kin to kin.
A mother's pride, a symbol of care,
A treasured relic, with stories to share.
Stains of love, from countless meals,
Spices and sauces, that made hearts feel.
Recipes handed down, with secrets untold,
In that old country apron, worth its weight in gold.
From dough kneaded with love, for bread so warm,
To pies and cookies, in perfect form.
From soups and stews, that simmered slow,
To dishes that delighted, with flavors that glow.
Through tears and laughter, and endless toil,
That apron witnessed, a mother's loyal moil.
A comforting presence, in the kitchen's heat,
A reminder of a mother's love, so sweet.
Now it's worn and frayed, with the passage of time,
But its value remains, like a precious dime.
For in that old country apron, memories are kept,
Of a mother's love, that never slept.
So cherish that apron, a treasure so rare,
For it holds the essence, of a mother's care.
A legacy of love, that's carried on,
In that old country apron, long after she's gone.
Prompt: High in the sky, with wings of steel,
A daring pilot, with nerves of steel.
A jet's thunder, a sonic boom,
A Top Gun pilot, in a daring zoom.
Maverick's the name, a legend in flight,
Pushing the limits, with all his might.
A rebel in the sky, a maverick heart,
Taking on challenges, tearing them apart.
Winging into danger, with a steady hand,
Fighting for honor, in a foreign land.
With Goose by his side, a trusted wingman,
They soar through the sky, according to plan.
A rush of adrenaline, a thrill in the air,
As they break the sound barrier, without a care.
Dogfights and missions, in the heat of the fray,
Top Gun pilots, leading the way.
Through the clouds and beyond the stars,
They chase their dreams, reaching far.
With skill and courage, they take to the sky,
Top Gun pilots, soaring high.
In the danger zone, where few can tread,
Top Gun pilots, the best of the best.
With hearts of valor, and wings of might,
They conquer the sky, day and night.
Prompt: The broken window, shattered glass,
A reflection of a world amiss.
A symbol of a life that's gone,
A fragile state, so easily undone.
The wind blows through the broken pane,
A mournful sound, a somber refrain.
The broken window, a mark of time,
A moment frozen, a memory in rhyme.
Oh, how the broken window speaks,
Of secrets kept and dreams that leak.
A window to the soul, perhaps,
A vision of a life that collapses.
But even in its shattered state,
The broken window can still create.
A new perspective, a different view,
A chance to see life in a different hue.
Prompt: The whispers of the sea
Speak secrets to the shore
Of hidden depths and mysteries
That lie forevermore
Softly sighing with the breeze
The waves caress the sand
Their tales a gentle lullaby
For those who understand
In every ebb and flow
A rhythm to be heard
A timeless melody
That sings a soothing word
So come and listen closely
To what the sea confides
For in its endless whispers
A treasure there resides.
Prompt: Glimmering lights,
Chips stacked high,
Dealers dealing,
Cards in the sky.
Roulette spinning,
Slot machines whir,
Luck is fleeting,
But thrill's the lure.
Bets are made,
Fortunes rise and fall,
At casino nights,
It's a risk for all.
Prompt: When the leaves change, and the air turns crisp
The town comes alive, in a colorful bliss
Pumpkins and apples, and hayrides too
Small town living, and it's all so true.
Prompt: In the small town church, a bell rings
Gathering to worship, with joyful hymns
A strong community, and faith abound
Small town living, where love is found
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.
