Prompt: In a field so lush, where the sun shines bright,
There's a banana farmer, with pure delight.
With soil and sweat, he tills the land,
A farmer's labor, so truly grand.
He plants the seeds, with care and grace,
Nurturing the soil, in the perfect place.
He tends the crop, as it grows tall,
With patience and skill, he tends them all.
He shields them from the harsh sun's rays,
And shelters them from stormy days.
He watches them flower, and bear fruit sweet,
A farmer's pride, a wondrous feat.
He harvests the bananas, one by one,
With a sense of satisfaction, a job well done.
He fills his baskets, with nature's gold,
A treasure to behold, a story to be told.
From the farm to the market, his bananas go,
A labor of love, a livelihood to show.
Providing nourishment, to those in need,
A farmer's work, a noble deed.
Through sweat and toil, he perseveres,
Year after year, through hopes and fears.
For the love of the land, and the fruit it yields,
The banana farmer, with nature's fields.
Prompt: At the end of the train, with a cheerful hue,
There's a special car, called the caboose, it's true.
A rolling office, a cozy space,
A symbol of railroads, a familiar place.
With windows all around, a panoramic view,
The caboose offers a vantage point, through and through.
A lookout perch, for the train's rear guard,
A watchful eye, always on guard.
Inside, a haven, for the crew to stay,
With beds and tables, for work and play.
A refuge from the elements, a shelter on wheels,
A home away from home, with comfort feels.
With a stove to keep warm, and a lantern's light,
The caboose provides warmth, throughout the night.
A place for meals, and stories shared,
A camaraderie, that can't be compared.
The caboose, a symbol, of railway lore,
A piece of history, treasured evermore.
A reminder of the past, a link to the past,
A nostalgic sight, that will forever last.
Though modern trains now run, without a caboose,
The memories remain, of this unique use.
A cherished icon, in the railroad's tale,
The caboose, a legend, that will never fail.
Prompt: Lord, my heart is heavy with praise,
As I lift my voice to you in prayer.
I feel your presence in every phase,
And your love is beyond compare.
I thank you for your grace and mercy,
For your sacrifice on the cross.
You have given me a life that's worthy,
And you have paid for all my loss.
Your forgiveness washes away my sin,
And your peace fills my troubled soul.
You guide me through each day I'm in,
And your love makes me whole.
In all my trials and all my strife,
You are the one constant in my life.
I know that you are always there,
And your love is more than I can bear.
So I'll sing your praises day and night,
And my heart will forever take flight.
For you are the God of love and light,
And in you, I find my delight. Amen.
Prompt: The morning sun rose with a crimson hue,
As the townsfolk gathered, their hearts askew,
To witness a sight that made them shiver,
For today was the day of the dreaded Executioner.
He stood tall with a stoic air,
His face obscured by a mask of despair,
Clad in black from head to toe,
A symbol of terror wherever he'd go.
His blade, sharp and gleaming bright,
Reflecting the harshness of morning light,
A tool of death, a weapon so cruel,
Used to enforce the law, as an executioner's tool.
He walked with purpose, a somber pace,
No expression on his obscured face,
With every step, the crowd drew near,
Eyes filled with dread, hearts filled with fear.
The convicted stood, their fate sealed,
Awaiting their doom, their final yield,
For crimes committed, justice demanded,
The Executioner's hand steady and firm, not remanded.
One by one, they faced their fate,
As the Executioner swung, their lives abate,
The crowd gasped, as heads rolled down,
In the name of justice, a macabre crown.
But as the day wore on, a question arose,
Who was this man, this bringer of woes?
Prompt: Bocce ball, a game of skill and grace,
Played with friends in a sunny place,
With polished spheres, smooth and round,
On grass or sand, or any ground.
Throwing balls with careful aim,
Hoping for a winning claim,
Strategy, precision, finesse,
A friendly game, a playful chess.
Rolling balls with gentle touch,
Laughing, chatting, oh, so much,
Each player vying for the win,
With a competitive, yet friendly grin.
Back and forth the balls will go,
Measured steps, a rhythmic flow,
Trying to land with precision,
In the target, with decision.
Cheers erupt for a well-played throw,
High fives shared, a friendly glow,
Bocce ball, a timeless treasure,
A game of leisure, a simple pleasure.
So gather 'round, both young and old,
In sunshine warm or evenings cold,
With bocce balls and camaraderie,
A game of joy and unity.
Prompt: The Bayview window, a portal to the sea,
A framed masterpiece, a sight to decree.
A panoramic view, so vast and wide,
Where nature's beauty, can't be denied.
The waves crash, against the shore,
Seagulls swoop, with their calls, they soar.
Sunsets paint the sky, in shades of gold,
As the horizon meets, the ocean bold.
From the Bayview window, the world unfolds,
With each changing season, stories untold.
Storms may rage, with winds that blow,
But the window stands strong, through highs and lows.
It's a vantage point, a tranquil retreat,
A front-row seat, to nature's sweetest feat.
A place to dream, to ponder and reflect,
As time slows down, and worries deflect.
The Bayview window, a treasured sight,
A beacon of solace, morning and night.
A reminder of nature's wonders, so grand,
A simple window, by the bay, to stand.
Prompt: Hand in hand, hearts aflutter,
Newlyweds, in love's sweet clutter.
Setting off on a honeymoon trip,
Embarking on an adventurous dip.
Excitement brims, as they explore,
New horizons to adore.
From pristine beaches to mountain peaks,
They venture out, with gleeful shrieks.
Candlelit dinners, starry nights,
Romantic moments, pure delights.
Lost in each other's eyes,
As time goes by, love multiplies.
Adventures abound, with thrills and fun,
Laughter echoes, under the sun.
Trying new things, hand in hand,
Building memories, oh so grand.
But mishaps happen, in honeymoon's glow,
Lost in a foreign place, high and low.
Missed flights, wrong turns, silly mistakes,
Yet, love prevails, whatever it takes.
Honeymoon madness, a whirlwind ride,
With surprises and challenges, side by side.
Through the madness, their love will shine,
Forever cherished, in hearts divine.
For honeymoon memories, both sweet and wild,
A journey of love, for the happy-wedded child.
A tale to tell, in years to come,
Honeymoon madness, a love-filled sum
Prompt: On the Fourth of July, the streets come alive
With flags and banners, and floats that drive
A small town celebration, a proud sight
Hometown Parade, and everything's right
Prompt: Front Porch Sitting
Small town living's at its best
On the front porch with the rest
Sipping lemonade, chatting away
Life moves slow, and we love to stay
Prompt: oil painting. Hyperdetailed in the style of Alexei Harlamoff. portrait of a lovely woman. Cinematic. 8k resolution concept art. trending on Artstation. in the style of Paul Laffoley, Alex Toth. trending on Artstation. Paul Laffoley.
Prompt: On the floor next to the man is a crutch or walking stick. The man is sitting on the floor, worn-out clothes, tired expression, injured or disabled, abandoned location, gritty environment, urban decay, street scene, realism, Robert Longo, Peter Howson, poverty, struggle, solitude.
Prompt: A majestic portrait of The Lord, surrounded by divine light, with a regal and powerful presence. Intricate and detailed digital painting, reminiscent of Renaissance art. Art by Albrecht Durer, Michelangelo, and Leonardo da Vinci.
Prompt: Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
John 11:25-26 in abstract Picasso style cubism
Prompt: Biblical Bible Apostles Jesus God jerusalem in michelangelo style Renaissance period classical Greek and Roman artwork paintings in period clothing Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.
Colossians 4:2
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.
