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.
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: 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: 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.
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.
