Prompt: A pink jeep, vibrant and bright,
Roaming the desert, chasing the light,
A symbol of freedom, adventure's call,
Driving with purpose, standing tall.
Against red rocks and sandy dunes,
Under endless skies, beneath full moons,
A fearless ride through rugged terrain,
A daring spirit, unbound, untamed.
With wind-blown hair and sun-kissed skin,
A wild journey that's about to begin,
Exploring the unknown, blazing a trail,
Embracing the thrill, the wind's wild wail.
A pink jeep, a canvas for memories made,
On dusty roads, an escapade,
With laughter, stories, and friends to keep,
A heart full of joy, a soul so deep.
So let's hop in, buckle up, let's go,
Chasing horizons, with nowhere to slow,
A pink jeep ride, an adventure to keep,
A lifetime of memories, forever to reap.
Prompt: The Lizard King, a rebel soul,
A poet with a heart so bold,
Jim Morrison, a man untamed,
His spirit wild, his words inflamed.
With leather pants and shaggy mane,
He sang of love and death's dark reign,
A voice that roared, a mind that soared,
A tortured soul, a music lord.
He lived in chaos, drowned in fame,
Haunted by demons, lost in flame,
A poet lost in mystic dreams,
Seeking truth in psychedelic streams.
His eyes held secrets, mysteries deep,
A soul on fire, a restless leap,
He left too soon, a legend's fate,
A legacy that still captivates.
The Lizard King, forever gone,
But his poetry and music live on,
A countercultural icon, a rockstar's story,
Jim Morrison, forever in glory.
Prompt: A basket brimming with furry joy,
A treasure trove of feline toy,
A sight that warms the heart so bright,
A basket full of kittens' light.
With playful paws and tiny meows,
They frolic, tumble, and arouse,
Their eyes so bright, their whiskers twitch,
In that basket, oh, how they bewitch.
They scamper, climb, and chase their tails,
Their antics fill the room with trails,
A bundle of fur, a ball of delight,
In that basket, a precious sight.
Oh, to hold those kittens close,
To feel their purring warmth impose,
A basket full of love so pure,
Their innocent hearts, a treasure sure.
So let us cherish this sight divine,
A basket full of kittens' shine,
A moment of joy, a memory sweet,
In that basket, love's own heartbeat.
Prompt: In Ohio's sky, a wondrous sight,
A day turned dark as black as night,
The sun obscured, the moon's grand show,
A total eclipse, a cosmic glow.
From Cleveland to Cincinnati's bounds,
A hush descends without a sound,
As shadows dance across the land,
In awe, we watch, hand in hand.
The moon's embrace, a fiery ring,
A celestial wonder that does bring,
A moment of magic, rare and pure,
In Ohio's skies, an eclipse to endure.
For just a fleeting moment, it's grand,
A cosmic marvel, a sight so grand,
In Ohio's heart, a memory made,
Of nature's marvel, a celestial parade.
So mark the date, the year is near,
In 2024, when stars appear,
In Ohio's sky, the world will see,
A total eclipse, a sight so free.
Prompt: An owl so wise, with eyes aglow,
Wore a scarf, despite the snow.
A stylish hoot with feathers bright,
Braving the winter's chilly bite.
With plumes of ivory, black as night,
And a scarf of crimson, warm and bright,
The owl perched high upon a tree,
A vision of fashion for all to see.
As frosty winds began to blow,
The scarf kept the owl all aglow.
Its fashion sense, beyond compare,
A symbol of flair in the frosty air.
So if you spot an owl's feathered form,
Adorned with a scarf to weather the storm,
Know it's a wise and stylish hoot,
A fashionable fowl in winter's pursuit.
Prompt: In a dream one night, Jacob saw,
A ladder reaching to heaven's door,
Its rungs were bright, a celestial sight,
A pathway to realms of dazzling light.
Ascending high, Jacob climbed with awe,
A journey guided by God's great law,
Each step a blessing, a gift divine,
A glimpse of heaven's glory to shine.
Angels ascended and descended too,
On Jacob's ladder, a celestial view,
A bridge between earth and heaven's domain,
A connection to the divine's refrain.
At the top, God's presence was near,
A message whispered, loud and clear,
A promise made, a covenant sealed,
Jacob's faith forever revealed.
He woke from sleep, a changed man,
His heart transformed by God's grand plan,
A ladder's vision imprinted deep,
A memory he would forever keep.
Jacob's ladder, a story of grace,
A symbol of faith's enduring embrace,
A reminder of God's guiding hand,
A heavenly climb, to understand.
Prompt: In a dream one night, Jacob saw,
A ladder reaching to heaven's door,
Its rungs were bright, a celestial sight,
A pathway to realms of dazzling light.
Ascending high, Jacob climbed with awe,
A journey guided by God's great law,
Each step a blessing, a gift divine,
A glimpse of heaven's glory to shine.
Angels ascended and descended too,
On Jacob's ladder, a celestial view,
A bridge between earth and heaven's domain,
A connection to the divine's refrain.
At the top, God's presence was near,
A message whispered, loud and clear,
A promise made, a covenant sealed,
Jacob's faith forever revealed.
He woke from sleep, a changed man,
His heart transformed by God's grand plan,
A ladder's vision imprinted deep,
A memory he would forever keep.
Jacob's ladder, a story of grace,
A symbol of faith's enduring embrace,
A reminder of God's guiding hand,
A heavenly climb, to understand.
Prompt: A tale that's shrouded in mystique,
Of a daring heist, bold and unique,
A man called Cooper, masked and sly,
Vanished into the open sky.
It was a dark and stormy night,
When Cooper boarded the plane in sight,
With a ransom note, a skyjacker's creed,
He demanded cash, a daring misdeed.
The plane took flight, high in the air,
As Cooper jumped without a care,
With parachute and loot in hand,
He vanished into unknown land.
A mystery unsolved, a riddle untold,
As Cooper's fate remains enfolded,
Did he survive, did he get away?
Or did he perish, where he lay?
The search was on, the clues were traced,
But Cooper's whereabouts were misplaced,
A legend born, a myth sustained,
As the mystery of DB Cooper remained.
Decades passed, the case grew cold,
Yet Cooper's story still is told,
A daring heist, a man unknown,
A mystery eternally shown.
So, DB Cooper, where are you now?
A skyjacker's tale that still wows,
A legend that continues to endure,
A mystery that remains obscure.
Prompt: Jimi, a legend who played with fire,
His guitar skills burned, reached higher,
A maestro of electric voodoo,
A psychedelic, soulful brew.
Fingers danced upon the strings,
As he unleashed melodic stings,
His solos soared, a cosmic flight,
A symphony of pure delight.
With wild riffs and bending notes,
He painted music with rainbow coats,
An innovator, a true trailblazer,
A sonic sorcerer, a sound raiser.
His voice echoed, raw and bold,
A bluesy tale of stories untold,
His lyrics spoke of love and pain,
A poet's soul, a rebel's refrain.
On stage he danced, in a trance,
As the crowd moved in a cosmic dance,
His music transcended race and creed,
A universal language, indeed.
Though he left the world too soon,
His legacy continues to swoon,
The electric voodoo he once weaved,
Forever in our hearts, believed.
Prompt: In the streets of New Orleans, a festive display,
A celebration of colors, in a dazzling array,
A time of revelry, of music and dance,
A carnival of joy, a vibrant trance.
The Mardi Gras masks, so elaborate and grand,
Concealing identities, in a mystical land,
With feathers and beads, in purple, green, and gold,
A spectacle of wonder, a story yet untold.
The parade comes alive, with floats so bright,
As crowds gather 'round, in sheer delight,
Throws fly through the air, with cheers and shouts,
A jubilant scene, without any doubts.
The sounds of jazz, fill the air,
As people sway, without a care,
In masks and costumes, a whimsical sight,
A Mardi Gras magic, that shines so bright.
A time of indulgence, before the Lent,
A festive spirit, so heaven-sent,
A celebration of life, in a dazzling display,
Mardi Gras, a joyous carnival, in a mystical way.
Prompt: On the stage, a mystery unfolds,
A show that captivates, with secrets untold,
A masked singer, with a hidden voice,
A riddle to be solved, a puzzling choice.
With costumes dazzling, and masks obscure,
The audience speculates, trying to ensure,
Who could be behind the mask's disguise?
A famous face, or a hidden surprise?
Week after week, the performances soar,
As clues are given, and guesses galore,
The judges speculate, with eagerness,
Trying to uncover the singer's true finesse.
The enigma deepens, the suspense grows,
As the masked singer's talent truly shows,
Their voice a treasure, a hidden gem,
Unveiling their identity, a priceless diadem.
The grand reveal, a moment of awe,
As the mask comes off, with a gasp and a draw,
A celebrity unmasked, a revelation,
An unforgettable show, a sensation.
"The Masked Singer," a spectacle of intrigue,
A captivating mystery, a vocal league,
A puzzling enigma, a dazzling sight,
A show that continues, to shine so bright.
Prompt: Oh, Martini, a timeless delight,
A cocktail classic, a liquid sight,
With olives or twists, a taste refined,
A libation cherished, so refined.
Gin or vodka, the choice is mine,
A splash of vermouth, a touch of wine,
Shaken or stirred, the perfect mix,
A drink that stirs, with every fix.
A glass so sleek, so crystal clear,
A sip so chic, a flavor dear,
The olive's brine, a hint of zest,
A symphony of flavors, at their best.
Sipped with style, in a swanky bar,
Or savored slowly, under the stars,
A drink that elevates, with every sip,
An elixir of class, a liquid trip.
So here's a toast, to the Martini grand,
A drink so refined, in a class of its own,
A symbol of sophistication, with a twist,
An iconic libation, that will forever persist.
Prompt: On a park bench old and gray,
An old man sat every day,
Feeding pigeons with a smile,
Making their hearts sing for a while.
With crumbs and seeds in his hand,
He scattered them across the land,
Pigeons gathered near his feet,
In a dance so graceful and sweet.
Their wings fluttered, feathers flew,
As they cooed and pecked, they knew,
The old man was their trusted friend,
Whose love for them would never end.
He listened to their gentle coo,
And shared his stories with them too,
Tales of life and love so grand,
As they gathered close, a feathered band.
For years he sat on that bench so bright,
Bathed in warm sunlight's golden light,
Feeding pigeons, his heart content,
A friendship that was truly heaven-sent.
And when his time had come to go,
The pigeons gathered in a row,
To say goodbye to their dear old friend,
Whose love for them would never end.
Now, on that bench, they still come by,
Gathered close, under the sky,
Remembering the old man's grace,
As they coo and flutter in that same place.
Prompt: In a garden full of blooms,
Lies a fairy in costume of plumes.
With gossamer wings and a twinkling glance,
She's the queen of nature's grandest dance.
With petals as her ballroom floor,
She flits and twirls, her heart awhore.
Her tiny feet and dainty toes,
Gracefully move as the wind blows.
She whispers secrets to the flowers,
In the quietest of garden hours.
Her laughter tinkles like a bell,
As she weaves her magic spell.
With a wand made of dewdrops bright,
She paints the world with colors light.
Her presence brings a sense of cheer,
To all who see her dance so near.
So if you glimpse a fleeting sight,
Of a fairy in the softest light,
Know that in the garden fair,
A fairy dances without a care.
Prompt: A shadow in the night,
A creature of pure grace.
Eyes that gleam with mystery,
A beauty to embrace.
A whisper on the breeze,
A presence faint, yet strong.
Her secrets kept so well,
Her silence like a song.
A figure veiled in mystery,
A puzzle to be solved.
Her essence shrouded in allure,
A riddle yet unsolved.
Her enigmatic presence,
A magnet for intrigue.
Her aura draws you close,
Her mystery, a league.
With every step she takes,
A mystery deeper grows.
Her elegance and mystique,
A tale that no one knows.
Oh, enigmatic Onna,
A puzzle to be pursued.
Forever captivating,
A wonder to include.
Prompt: Sitting by the window sill,
I wait with patience and goodwill,
Anticipating your arrival,
With a heart full of hope's revival.
The clock ticks slowly, time stands still,
As I long for your company to fill,
The void that's grown with each passing day,
In your absence, time slips away.
I peek outside, eyes searching wide,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of your stride,
But the minutes stretch, and hours pass,
My yearning heart, a looking glass.
Yet, I'll wait with steadfast grace,
For your familiar smile, your warm embrace,
For true friendship, I'll always stay true,
Patiently awaiting you.
Prompt: With heavy heart and teary eye,
I bid thee now a fond goodbye.
Our time together, sweet and bright,
Now fades away into the night.
Our memories, like a cherished treasure,
Shall live on in my heart's own measure.
But fate's decree, it must be so,
For destiny has dealt its blow.
Though parting is a bitter sorrow,
I'll keep your love in heart's tomorrow.
For in this final, saddest hour,
I'll hold you close with all my power.
So here's my last farewell to thee,
Though it breaks my soul, can't you see?
For our paths must part, our journeys end,
But you, my love, will e'er transcend.
So with a heavy heart, I sigh,
And bid thee now a last goodbye.
Though we must part, and tears may flow,
Your love will stay, forever aglow.
Prompt: Abraham, a righteous soul,
With faith that burned like fiery coal,
He journeyed far with heart so bold,
God's promise, his treasure to behold.
From Ur to Canaan, he did roam,
With Sarah, his beloved at home,
Through trials and tests, he stayed true,
His faith in God forever grew.
A father of many nations, he was told,
Though Sarah laughed, her heart was bold,
For Isaac, a son, was born to them,
A gift from God, a precious gem.
Abraham, a man of righteous fame,
His faith in God, a steadfast flame,
A testament to trust and grace,
A guiding light for the human race.
Prompt: On the ice, she takes her place with grace,
Her figure skates like ribbons, in a dazzling chase.
With a twirl and a spin, she captures the crowd's gaze,
Her talent shines bright, in elegant displays.
Her jumps are like feathers, light as can be,
Her spins are so smooth, a wondrous decree.
Her spirals extend, a ballet on ice,
Her artistry wows, it's truly precise.
She glides with precision, her edges so keen,
Her posture is regal, a skating queen.
Her smile radiates, as she dances with flair,
Her passion ignites, a flame in the air.
With every twist and turn, she tells a story,
Of dreams and determination, in all their glory.
Her courage and strength, a beacon of light,
Her journey, a testament to her might.
So she continues to skate, with boundless delight,
Her heart full of joy, her spirit alight.
A girl on the ice, a vision so grand,
Her talent and grace, forever will stand.
Prompt: My precious girl, with eyes so bright,
A treasure of love, a guiding light.
Your journey, though not always smooth,
Brings lessons that hearts can truly prove.
Though special needs may mark your days,
Your spirit shines in wondrous ways.
With every step, you show your might,
Embracing life with pure delight.
Your laughter, like a joyful song,
Makes hearts soar and rights the wrong.
Your innocence, so pure and true,
Brings a sense of wonder anew.
Though challenges may come our way,
With you, my dear, we'll never sway.
For in your eyes, I see the stars,
A soul that's destined to go far.
So let us celebrate your grace,
Your presence brightens up this place.
My precious girl, a gift so rare,
A blessing beyond compare.
For in your special needs, I see,
The boundless love that sets us free.
You teach us to embrace with care,
A world that's diverse and beautifully rare.
Prompt: A chisel strikes, with skilled precision,
Shaping stone with age-old vision,
A craftsman's hands, with strength and grace,
Creating art in time and space.
With hammer's clang and sweat-drenched brow,
The Master Mason, skilled somehow,
Crafts cathedrals, towers tall,
A legacy that will enthrall.
With calloused hands and patient heart,
He hews the rock, a work of art,
A symphony in stone and light,
A marvel to behold each night.
Through generations, his craft lives on,
The Master Mason's work lives long,
A testament to skill and lore,
A legacy forevermore.
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.
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