Prompt: On dusty roads, with shackled feet,
They toil beneath the scorching heat,
A chain gang, bound in iron's hold,
Their hearts weighed down, their spirits bold.
Their days are filled with sweat and pain,
Each step a burden, heavy chain,
They break the rocks, they build the road,
Their bodies ache, their spirits bowed.
But in their eyes, a flicker gleams,
A fire burning, fueled by dreams,
Of freedom's taste, of skies so blue,
Of loved ones' arms, of lives anew.
They bear the weight, they share the load,
Together in that harsh abode,
They find solace, they find strength,
In camaraderie's precious length.
For though they're chained, they're not alone,
Their souls still free, their spirits flown,
With hope as bright as morning's light,
They march ahead, towards the right.
And though their bodies may be confined,
Their hearts and minds, no chains can bind,
For in their souls, a fire burns,
A yearning that forever yearns.
So, let us remember the chain gang's plight,
Their struggles and their endless fight,
For freedom's call, so pure and true,
Can break the chains and make us new.
Prompt: With a smile so bright, and a glistening tan,
He tends to the pool with a master plan,
Skimming the surface, scrubbing with care,
Making the water pristine and fair.
He's a pool boy, with a charm so bold,
His movements graceful, his manner gold,
He whistles a tune as he works away,
Under the sun's warm and welcoming ray.
He checks the pH, adjusts the flow,
Ensuring the pool's a dazzling show,
With a keen eye for every detail,
His skills and expertise never fail.
He takes pride in his work, day by day,
Adding a touch of magic to the pool's display,
Creating an oasis, a watery delight,
A sparkling gem in the sun's golden light.
So here's a cheer for the pool boy's grace,
As he tends to the pool with an expert pace,
A serenade to his skill and poise,
Bringing joy to every poolside's noise.
Prompt: A meadowlark perched on a swaying reed,
With golden feathers, a sight to heed,
Its throat aflutter, its beak agape,
A song so sweet, it could make hearts escape.
Its melody carried on the breeze,
As it sang its tune with perfect ease,
A symphony of notes, pure and clear,
Delighting all who happened to be near.
Its vibrant voice echoed through the air,
A serenade to nature's grand affair,
A soloist in nature's choir,
Setting the meadow ablaze with fire.
As the sun dipped low, the meadowlark's song,
Softened to a lullaby, gentle and long,
Its wings tucked in as night drew near,
Resting till dawn, when it would reappear.
Oh, Meadowlark, your melody divine,
A treasure in nature's grand design,
A gift to all who pause and hark,
To your sweet and soulful Meadowlark.
Prompt: Down in N'awlins, in the heart of the night,
A street band plays, bathed in neon light,
Their brass instruments blaring with flair,
Funky rhythms filling the air.
On Bourbon Drive, they take the stage,
With a groove that's sure to engage,
Saxophone wails, trumpet trills,
Drums and trombone, the band fulfills.
Tourists and locals gather 'round,
Dancing to the jazzy sound,
Feet tapping, heads bobbing along,
As the band plays a soulful song.
Strangers become friends as they sway,
Lost in the music night and day,
A New Orleans street band in full swing,
Bringing joy to all, it's a beautiful thing.
So if you find yourself in the Crescent City,
Listen for the beat, it's such a pity,
To miss the Jazz Jive on Bourbon Drive,
A lively performance that will make you feel alive!
Prompt: With a saxophone in hand,
He takes his place in the jazz band.
A maestro of the soulful sound,
Bringing melodies to life, renowned.
With fingers dancing on the keys,
He weaves a tale that surely frees,
His saxophone sings with sweet delight,
A symphony that takes flight.
His breath controls the notes' refrain,
Emotion pouring like sweetest rain,
A rhythm that makes bodies sway,
As he plays the night away.
In dim-lit clubs or concert halls,
His saxophone enchants and enthralls,
A virtuoso in the spotlight's glow,
A jazzman with a passion that does show.
So let us revel in his art,
The saxophone player's work of heart,
A master of the jazzman's trade,
Whose music will never fade.
Prompt: In the woods, with a peck and a tap,
A woodpecker sets off its rap.
A drummer in nature's band,
With feathers of red, black, and grand.
With a sturdy beak that drills and knocks,
A rhythm that echoes through the rocks.
Searching for insects, grub, and prey,
A hunter at work every day.
With precision and skill, it pecks away,
A percussionist in a wild display.
In tune with nature's symphony,
A woodpecker's beat, pure harmony.
So let us marvel at this bird,
Whose rhythmic pecking can be heard,
A musician of the forest's prime,
Keeping time in nature's rhyme.
Prompt: A fireman bold, with heart so true,
His courage shines in flames that grew.
With axe in hand, he charges through,
To rescue lives, both old and new.
With sirens blaring, lights aglow,
He braves the heat, with steady flow.
Through smoke and ash, he'll always go,
To save the day, a fearless show.
He battles fires, big and small,
Answering duty's urgent call.
A hero to us, one and all,
A beacon in chaos, standing tall.
So let us praise the fireman's name,
For selfless deeds, he brings no fame.
A guardian in the fiery game,
Forever honored, his rightful claim.
Prompt: A frisky cat with eyes so bright,
Leaps and bounds with sheer delight,
With fur that's sleek, and tail held high,
He's full of energy, reaching for the sky.
With graceful pounces and agile jumps,
He leaps and twirls, in playful clumps,
His whiskers twitch, his ears perk up,
As he frolics and prances, never a hiccup.
Chasing shadows, climbing trees,
In stealthy moves, he's a pro with ease,
His playful paws and nimble pounce,
Keep the house lively, a joy to announce.
With a mischievous glint in his eye,
He'll playfully swipe and then defy,
A frisky cat, a joy to behold,
His playful antics, never grow old.
Prompt: There stands an old house on the corner,
Weathered by time, a nostalgic mourner.
Its walls are peeling, its windows cracked,
A sentinel of memories, it has never lacked.
With a white picket fence, worn with age,
It's seen generations turn the page.
A cobblestone path, now overgrown,
Leads to a door that's long been shown.
Inside, echoes of laughter still ring,
From children playing, dancing and sing.
Though now abandoned, it holds its charm,
A relic of the past, keeping memories warm.
In its heyday, it was a bustling place,
A haven of love, joy, and grace.
But time has passed, and seasons changed,
Yet the old house on the corner remains unchanged.
Its porch swing creaks with a gentle breeze,
As if whispering tales of cherished memories.
The memories of a family's love and care,
Of moments shared, beyond compare.
So as you pass by that old house's door,
Take a moment to imagine once more,
The stories it holds, the secrets it keeps,
A treasure of history that forever sleeps.
Prompt: On the road, a dreaded sight,
A driver's fear, a dark delight,
A crater deep, a gaping hole,
A tire's fate, an unwelcome toll.
It lurks in shadows, hides in rain,
A menace sly, causing pain,
With jolts and bumps, a teeth-chattering thrill,
A challenge to navigate with skill.
Beware the pit, so wide and wide,
A trap for cars, a chasm to collide,
A test of brakes, a swerve or stop,
A warning sign, a sudden drop.
Oh, the woes of the pot hole plight,
A road's bane, an endless fight,
A menace bold, a driver's dread,
A tire's foe, a hole so widespread.
Prompt: In Holland, by the windmills' sail,
Lived Hans, a boy both small and frail.
With wooden clogs and curly hair,
He roamed the tulip fields so fair.
One day, he heard a dreadful sound,
A leaky dam, water seeping 'round.
Without delay, he sprung to act,
His finger plugged the hole, a brave pact.
He stood for hours, unwavering,
As villagers praised his endeavoring.
With cheeks all red and shoes all wet,
He knew he couldn't quit just yet.
As morning broke, relief arrived,
The townsfolk saw Hans still alive.
They fixed the dam and hugged him tight,
A hero's glory, pure delight.
From that day on, in Dutch folklore,
Little Hans's tale forevermore,
A tale of courage, grit, and joy,
Of bravery in a small Dutch boy.
Prompt: In the land down under, so far away,
A koala bear sleeps through the day,
High in a tree, he's perched up high,
Under the eucalyptus sky.
His fur is soft, his eyes so bright,
He dreams of stars that twinkle at night,
Of munching on leaves, fresh and green,
A quiet life, serene and serene.
With a gentle yawn, he stirs from rest,
He wakes up slowly, feeling blessed,
He stretches out each furry paw,
Ready for another day to draw.
A marsupial so cute and rare,
In his eucalyptus-scented lair,
A sleepy koala, so content,
In his world, so innocent.
So, let us cherish this furry fellow,
Whose dreams are calm, whose days are mellow,
A symbol of nature's gentle grace,
The koala's world, a special place.
Prompt: Life's Journey: A Rhyme of Strife
Through twists and turns, life's path is set,
A winding road with no regret.
With highs and lows, and joys and woes,
It tests our strength, and keeps us on our toes.
We start as babes with curious eyes,
Exploring the world with innocent sighs.
We learn to crawl, then walk and run,
With laughter, tears, and plenty of fun.
As we grow, we face challenges anew,
Some are easy, some leave us blue.
We stumble, fall, and make mistakes,
But learn from them, whatever it takes.
We chase our dreams with hearts afire,
Ambitions burning with deep desire.
We face obstacles, big and small,
And sometimes feel like we may fall.
But with each trial, we find our way,
We rise again, come what may.
We learn resilience, courage, and grace,
As we navigate life's changing pace.
We form connections, share our love,
With family, friends, and stars above.
We find joy in moments sweet and true,
And learn the value of being you.
For life's a journey, a grand adventure,
Full of surprises and endless pleasure.
A chance to learn, to grow, to thrive,
Prompt: Fighting the Bottle, the Battle of Will
A tale of courage, a journey uphill
With every sip, its grasp grows tight,
A shadow lurking in the night,
A foe disguised as a friend,
A battle fought until the end.
At first, the taste, sweet and smooth,
A comfort sought to soothe,
But soon it grips, a vicious hold,
A trap that's cunning, cruel, and bold.
With strength and will, the fight begins,
A struggle against the bottle's sins,
A battle waged both day and night,
To break its grip, to see the light.
Through tears and sweat, the fight is long,
With stumbling steps, but standing strong,
Fighting urges, cravings, fears,
Conquering doubts, shedding tears.
And with each victory, a step ahead,
A newfound freedom, no longer led,
A life regained, a soul set free,
A brighter future yet to be.
So raise a toast, to battles won,
To overcoming, and rising sun,
A journey fought with heart and might,
A victory won, a shining light.
Prompt: Life's Journey: A Rhyme of Strife
Through twists and turns, life's path is set,
A winding road with no regret.
With highs and lows, and joys and woes,
It tests our strength, and keeps us on our toes.
We start as babes with curious eyes,
Exploring the world with innocent sighs.
We learn to crawl, then walk and run,
With laughter, tears, and plenty of fun.
As we grow, we face challenges anew,
Some are easy, some leave us blue.
We stumble, fall, and make mistakes,
But learn from them, whatever it takes.
We chase our dreams with hearts afire,
Ambitions burning with deep desire.
We face obstacles, big and small,
And sometimes feel like we may fall.
But with each trial, we find our way,
We rise again, come what may.
We learn resilience, courage, and grace,
As we navigate life's changing pace.
We form connections, share our love,
With family, friends, and stars above.
We find joy in moments sweet and true,
And learn the value of being you.
For life's a journey, a grand adventure,
Full of surprises and endless pleasure.
Prompt: As the day bids farewell with a sigh,
The sky painted in hues that make hearts fly,
Golden rays kiss the horizon low,
A scene of beauty that steals the show.
The clouds blush in shades of pink,
While birds to their nests in chorus sink,
The world bathed in a warm embrace,
Nature's masterpiece, a stunning grace.
A symphony of colors, a breathtaking sight,
A canvas of wonder, a pure delight,
A reminder of life's fleeting treasure,
A moment to cherish, a timeless pleasure.
So let us pause and take it slow,
To savor the beauty of the afterglow,
For in nature's wonders, we find solace and peace,
A golden sunset, a moment of release.
Prompt: Gears and Steam a Steampunk Dream
Gears and steam, a world unseen,
Where brass and cogs hold a curious sheen,
Inventors' minds with sparks aglow,
A steampunk world that's all a-show.
Airships soar with propellers hum,
Clockwork creatures march and drum,
Top hats, corsets, goggles, too,
Anachronistic style anew.
A time of industry and might,
Where gears turn left and levers right,
A fusion of Victorian and tech,
A realm of wonder and of spec.
A dreamland crafted from the past,
A vision made to always last,
With steam-powered hearts and minds so keen,
A wondrous world of steampunk's scene.
So come, behold this clockwork sphere,
Where retro-futurism's near,
A fantastical realm of gleam and gleam,
Where gears and steam fulfill the dream.
Prompt: Under the moon's enchanting light,
A melody plays through the night.
A serenade of whispered love,
From stars that sparkle high above.
The gentle breeze hums a lullaby,
As moonbeams dance across the sky.
The nightingale joins in the chorus,
In a symphony of sweetest florals.
Two lovers stroll hand-in-hand,
Along the shore, on sandy land.
Their hearts in tune with the moon's glow,
As love's melody continues to flow.
The night is magical, pure and bright,
As love takes flight in the moonlight.
A serenade of passion and grace,
In this romantic, moon-kissed place.
Prompt: Fading into Stars
When you die and cease to breathe,
Your soul transcends, takes its leave.
Your body rests, so still and cold,
Yet in the heavens, you unfold.
A wondrous journey to begin,
Beyond this world, where angels spin.
You'll soar among the stars so bright,
A constellation in the night.
No more pain, no more sorrow,
No more worry for tomorrow.
Your spirit free, forevermore,
A cosmic dance, an endless tour.
Though you're gone, your light still shines,
A legacy that always climbs.
In memories cherished, hearts so dear,
Your essence lingers, crystal clear.
So, when you leave this mortal plane,
May your spirit rise and gain,
A place among the celestial art,
Forever shining, a work of heart.
Prompt: In the shadows, lurks a fearsome beast,
Its presence felt, its grip increased.
Anxiety, with claws so sharp,
Clutches at the mind, a relentless harp.
It whispers doubts and sows unease,
A constant hum that does not cease,
It steals the breath, it clouds the mind,
A battle fought, so hard to find.
It tightens chest, it races heart,
A storm that threatens to tear apart,
The peace and calm that once were there,
Now replaced by a constant scare.
But amidst the darkness, there is light,
A flicker of hope that shines so bright,
For with courage, and support so true,
Anxiety's grip can be subdued.
With every step, with every breath,
One can break free from anxiety's wreath,
Through self-care, and love, and gentle care,
Anxiety can be tamed, if we dare.
So stand and fight, with all your might,
You are not alone in this brave fight,
For there is strength within your soul,
To overcome anxiety's toll.
With time and patience, and healing too,
You'll find a way to see it through,
And as the sun rises, a new day dawns,
Anxiety's grip, forever gone.
Prompt: Amidst the woods, so calm and green,
A sight to behold, a tranquil scene.
Leaves rustle gently, in a soft embrace,
Creating melodies, full of grace.
With a gentle breeze, they come alive,
In a symphony that makes us thrive.
They whisper secrets, ancient and old,
Tales of nature, untamed and bold.
They dance and twirl, in nature's play,
Rejoicing in the light of day.
Their hues of gold, red, and brown,
Painting the forest, a nature's crown.
They flutter down, with a gentle kiss,
Landing softly, in a gentle bliss.
Blanketing the earth, in a silent bed,
A reminder of nature's wisdom, widely spread.
So let us listen, with hearts attune,
To the whispering leaves, beneath the moon.
A reminder of nature's beauty and grace,
A symphony that time cannot erase.
Prompt: An old pontoon boat, weathered and worn,
A testament to memories born,
Afloat on tranquil lake's embrace,
Its glory days a proud trace.
With peeling paint and creaky floors,
It's seen its share of summer shores,
With laughter, music, and delight,
Underneath the stars at night.
From fishing trips with grandpa's crew,
To lazy naps and barbecues,
The old pontoon boat holds stories true,
Of cherished times and friends anew.
Though time has left its marks, it's true,
With rust and cracks and splinters, too,
Its spirit lives on, strong and free,
A beacon of nostalgia's glee.
So let us raise a toast today,
To the old pontoon boat's display,
Of memories made and tales retold,
A treasure that will never grow old.
Prompt: In a garden, fair and bright,
A love did bloom with pure delight,
Two hearts entwined, souls entwined,
A love so sweet, one of a kind.
With petals soft, and colors bold,
Their love grew strong, a tale untold,
Their laughter echoed in the air,
A love so rare, beyond compare.
Through seasons changing, years gone by,
Their love endured, it reached the sky,
Hand in hand, they faced each day,
Together they found their own sweet way.
So in this garden, love did thrive,
A treasure found, the joy alive,
Two hearts now one, forevermore,
A love that bloomed, and will endure.
Prompt: Young hearts entwined, a love so bright,
A bond that's pure, a pure delight,
Innocent laughter, stolen glances,
A dance of passion, young love advances.
Blushing cheeks, and butterflies,
Gazing into each other's eyes,
Whispered secrets, gentle touch,
The world fades away, they need no crutch.
Hand in hand, they explore the unknown,
Together, they've truly grown,
Through highs and lows, their love holds strong,
A journey of bliss, a lifelong song.
For youth is fleeting, but love's pure flame,
Burns eternal, with no shame,
A treasure found, so rare and true,
Young love's enchantment, forever anew.
Prompt: On the winding road by the ocean blue,
With waves crashing and skies so true,
A scenic drive, a breathtaking view,
Cruisin' on the Pacific Coast Highway, it's a dream come true.
Majestic cliffs, rugged and bold,
Endless horizons, stories untold,
Golden sunsets, a sight to behold,
Cruisin' on the Pacific Coast Highway, never gets old.
Wind in my hair, sun on my face,
Freedom and joy, at a leisurely pace,
Nature's beauty, in every trace,
Cruisin' on the Pacific Coast Highway, an enchanting embrace.
From California to Oregon, a picturesque ride,
With nature's wonders, spread wide and wide,
A journey of serenity, a soulful stride,
Cruisin' on the Pacific Coast Highway, a scenic pride.
So let's hit the road, and let our spirits soar,
With open hearts, and cravings for more,
A blissful adventure, to explore,
Cruisin' on the Pacific Coast Highway, forever to adore.
Prompt: Beneath the waves, in a hidden cove,
Lives a mermaid, full of love,
With hair like seaweed, long and green,
A tail of scales, a mesmerizing sheen.
Her eyes are pearls, so bright and wise,
Her voice a song that mesmerizes,
She dances with dolphins, twirls with fish,
Her underwater world, a magical wish.
Her heart is kind, her spirit free,
She's curious and full of mystery,
Exploring shipwrecks, chasing rays,
In a world of beauty, where she plays.
But deep inside, a secret lies,
A longing for the endless skies,
To see the stars, to touch the moon,
To walk on land, to be with a boon.
So she dreams of legs, of walking ashore,
Of stepping on the sandy floor,
To find a love that's meant to be,
A human heart to set her free.
But for now, she sings her tune,
Under the moon, beneath the dune,
A mermaid's heart, so full of grace,
A story of love, in a mystical place.
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.
