Prompt: Prometheus, Titan of foresight and fire,
A creator of humans, with a vision so dire.
With cunning and wisdom, he shaped our race,
And gifted us fire with divine grace.
A champion of mortals, a rebel bold,
Against the gods' will, he was resolute and bold.
He stole fire from the heavens above,
To empower humanity with knowledge and love.
Prometheus, a benefactor to mankind,
His ingenuity and wisdom combined.
He taught us arts, science, and skill,
To thrive and flourish, with his will.
But his defiance angered the gods on high,
Punishment followed, a fate so wry.
Bound to a rock, an eternal plight,
His suffering a symbol of humanity's light.
Yet, Prometheus' legacy still remains,
A beacon of wisdom that forever sustains.
A god of forethought, a creator of men,
Whose gift of fire still burns within.
So let us honor Prometheus' name,
A Titan of knowledge, with enduring fame.
His legacy lives on, a guiding light,
Of humanity's potential, shining bright.
Prompt: Atlas, mighty Titan strong and true,
Bore the sky upon his shoulders, it's true.
With bulging muscles and unwavering might,
He held the heavens, a Herculean sight.
His burden immense, a weight so grand,
But Atlas stood tall, the sky in hand.
With steadfast resolve and unwavering grace,
He bore the celestial vault with a stoic face.
Through sun and storm, through day and night,
Atlas held the firmament, a beacon of might.
His unwavering strength, a legend to behold,
A titan among titans, valiant and bold.
For eons he stood, unwavering and true,
Atlas, the Titan who held up the sky's blue.
A symbol of endurance, a hero renowned,
Infinite in stature, with the heavens he crowned.
Prompt: The captain stood tall on Titanic's deck, Commanding the ship, a respected check. With a heart of duty, and a watchful eye, He guided the vessel, reaching for the sky. His years of experience, a steady hand, Navigating the seas, a captain grand. He knew the dangers, the icy threat, But he steered the ship, without regret. Through calm and storm, he stood his ground, Leading his crew, with wisdom profound. He made decisions, tough and bold, As Titanic sailed, her story untold. But fate had other plans that fateful night, As iceberg loomed, a looming fright. The captain acted, with all his might, Trying to save the ship, before the tragic sight. He gave the orders, to steer away, But it was too late, on that fateful day. Despite his efforts, Titanic struck, And the ship's fate changed, by a sudden luck. With courage and composure, he stayed on deck, Ensuring the passengers were saved, a crucial trek. He went down with his ship, a leader true, A captain's legacy, forever anew. In history's pages, his name shall live, For his leadership, and courage to give. The captain of Titanic, revered and true, A hero in the face of a maritime rue.
Prompt: On the porch, with a view so grand,
Rocking chairs, in a gentle hand.
In rhythmic motion, back and forth,
A peaceful scene, of simple worth.
The sun sets low, a golden glow,
The gentle breeze, a soft hello.
The rocking chairs, creaking with ease,
A soothing sound, a lullaby's tease.
Memories shared, in whispered talk,
Of days long past, a cherished walk.
Of laughter, tears, and stories told,
In rocking chairs, weathered and bold.
Generations sit, side by side,
In rocking chairs, with hearts tied.
From young to old, a timeless scene,
Rocking chairs, where love has been.
The moments cherished, the memories made,
In rocking chairs, that never fade.
A place of solace, a haven of peace,
Rocking chairs, where worries cease.
As day turns night, the stars appear,
Rocking chairs, under skies so clear.
A sense of serenity, a calm embrace,
In rocking chairs, a cherished place.
So let us rock, on the porch so fine,
In rocking chairs, with hearts entwined.
In the company of loved ones near,
In rocking chairs, with hearts so dear.
Prompt: With shovel in hand, he begins his toil,
In the earth's embrace, he breaks the soil.
A man of strength, with muscles tough,
The ditch digger's work, rugged and rough.
With sweat on his brow, he digs each day,
A laborer's rhythm, in sun's bright ray.
He clears the way, with dirt and stone,
Creating paths, where none were known.
His back may ache, his hands may bleed,
But he soldiers on, with unwavering speed.
He digs deep down, with grit and might,
A sense of purpose, his guiding light.
Through mud and clay, he forges ahead,
With unwavering focus, he's never misled.
He digs the trench, with precision keen,
A craftsman's touch, on a work unseen.
His work, a foundation, for pipes and wires,
A crucial task, that never tires.
He builds the groundwork, for others' gain,
A job of importance, through sun and rain.
Though his work may go unnoticed by some,
The ditch digger knows, he's not just "some".
His contribution, to infrastructure's plan,
A role of significance, in the greater span.
So here's to the ditch digger, strong and true,
A laborer's pride, in all that you do.
For your sweat and toil, a job well done,
The backbone of progress, under the sun.
Prompt: Lord God above, Almighty King,
I come to you in everything.
My heart is full, my soul is blessed,
With gratitude I can't express.
You sent your son to die for me,
To set my captive spirit free.
His blood has washed away my sin,
And now I stand redeemed again.
Oh how I love you, God of grace,
Who gives me strength to run the race.
When I am weak, you make me strong,
And fill my heart with joyful song.
I lift my hands in praise to thee,
For all the love you've shown to me.
Your mercy and your grace abound,
And in your presence peace is found.
So take my life, dear Lord, I pray,
And use it for your glory's sake.
May all I do, and all I say,
Bring honor to your holy name.
Forever and always, my heart belongs to you,
My Lord and my Savior, faithful and true.
I love you more than words can say,
And I will serve you all my days.
Prompt: Golden amber in a glass so bright,
A spirit bold, a fiery sight.
From blue agave's heart it's made,
In Mexico's lands, its art displayed.
A taste that burns with warmth and zest,
A touch of sweetness, a hint of quest.
With lime and salt, a classic trio,
A celebration, a fiesta's show.
A sip, a dance upon the tongue,
A burst of flavor, a song unsung.
A moment shared with friends so dear,
A memory etched, forever clear.
Tequila, elixir of delight,
A treasure cherished, a liquid light.
A spirit bold, a potion divine,
A fleeting joy, a precious wine.
Prompt: The SWAT team, skilled and trained,
A force prepared, when danger's ordained.
A specialized unit, swift and strong,
Responding to crisis, all day long.
With tactical gear, and weapons at hand,
They're called to action, across the land.
A team of experts, in high demand,
To handle high-risk situations, as planned.
They move with precision, in tight formation,
Executing missions, with swift coordination.
They breach and clear, with expertise,
Protecting lives, and keeping the peace.
From hostage situations, to raids and searches,
They navigate challenges, with tactical urges.
Rescuing victims, neutralizing threats,
The SWAT team, a force that never forgets.
They train rigorously, day and night,
Preparing for the unexpected, with all their might.
With courage and valor, they face the unknown,
Putting their lives on the line, to protect their own.
But it's not just about the gear and the skill,
It's about the heart, the unwavering will.
To serve and protect, with honor and pride,
The SWAT team, standing side by side.
A symbol of bravery, in the face of fear,
A beacon of hope, when danger is near.
Prompt: In the summer heat, the grill is hot
Friends and family, gathering on the spot
Burgers and hot dogs, and a cold drink
Small town living, and it's all in sync
Prompt: At the town hall, voices unite
Discussions and decisions, in plain sight
Working together, for a common goal
Small town living, where we all roll
Prompt: In the center of town, the market stands
Fresh produce, and homemade jams
Local goods, and crafts of delight
Small town living, is quite a sight
Prompt: Friday Night Lights
Under the lights, on the field
Cheering for the team, never to yield
A small town tradition, we never forget
Friday Night Lights, a night to be met
Prompt: Gather round, and join the fun
At the community picnic, where it's never done
Potluck dishes, and games galore
Small town living, is worth so much more
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.
