Prompt: A school bus driver, kind and bright,
Guides the children, morning and night.
A beacon of safety on the road,
Ensuring young passengers reach their abode.
With a cheerful smile and a friendly wave,
They greet the kids they strive to save.
In all kinds of weather, come rain or shine,
They navigate the route with care divine.
They know each child by name and face,
Their well-being, a topmost grace.
They watch over them with vigilant eyes,
Ensuring their journey is safe and wise.
From bus stop to school and back again,
They ferry kids with love, it's plain.
A trusted guardian, a friend in need,
The school bus driver, a hero indeed.
So let's salute their dedication,
For keeping our children's transportation,
Safe and sound, with skill and heart,
The school bus driver, playing a vital part.
Prompt: Not today, Satan, you won't prevail,
Your tricks and temptations, I will derail.
With faith and strength, I stand my ground,
Your darkness won't make my spirit drown.
I rebuke your lies, I cast you away,
I won't succumb to your cunning play.
My soul is guarded, my heart is pure,
Your evil schemes, I will endure.
I'm armed with love, I'm armed with light,
I won't be swayed by your deceptive might.
Not today, Satan, you won't have your way,
I choose the path of goodness every day.
So step aside, your power is weak,
I won't be intimidated, I won't be meek.
For I am strong, with faith in my heart,
Not today, Satan, you'll be torn apart.
Prompt: Jeepers Creepers, eerie and dark,
A creature ancient, leaves its mark.
Every 23 years it wakes,
To feed on flesh, whatever it takes.
Its wings spread wide, it takes to flight,
Its eyes gleam red, a fearsome sight.
A hunger that cannot be sated,
A terror that leaves victims devastated.
Brother and sister, on the run,
Against The Creeper, a battle begun.
A bus full of students, stranded in fear,
The Creeper's presence, ever so near.
Its appetite for body parts,
Sends shivers down our spines, it imparts.
A creature with no mercy, no remorse,
A nightmare that takes a deadly course.
But brave souls stand up, they fight back,
Against The Creeper's relentless attack.
With weapons and wits, they take a stand,
To protect their lives, across the land.
Jeepers Creepers, a chilling tale,
Of horror, fear, and a creature's trail.
A franchise that sends shudders down our spine,
A legend that continues to entwine.
Prompt: In the dark and eerie night,
Beneath the pale moon's haunting light,
Lies a skull, a grim and eerie sight,
A relic of mortality's might.
Its hollow sockets, empty and wide,
Once housed eyes that saw the world outside,
Now glazed over with a ghostly tide,
A testament to time's relentless stride.
Its grinning teeth, sharp and white,
Once chomped on life with hunger's might,
Now silent in eternal night,
A reminder of mortality's blight.
What secrets does this skull hold?
What stories left untold?
A witness to tales of old,
A silent sentinel, stark and bold.
A reminder of our fleeting days,
In this earthly mortal maze,
A symbol of life's transient phase,
A testament to death's embrace.
So heed the lesson, if you will,
As you gaze upon this skull, so still,
A reminder to live with thrill,
For time's relentless march, it will fulfill.
Prompt: In Michigan, as autumn unfolds,
A cider mill, a story told,
Where apples aplenty, hang from trees,
Awaiting their fate, with eager ease.
The air is crisp, with a hint of chill,
As cider mill wheels, turn with thrill,
Crushing apples, into a mash,
Sweet aroma, a fragrant splash.
The press comes next, with wooden creak,
Squeezing juice, so pure and sleek,
Amber liquid, flows in a stream,
A taste of fall, a cider dream.
Families gather, young and old,
To savor cider, hot or cold,
With cinnamon, a spicy note,
And donuts sweet, a special vote.
The orchard, a colorful sight,
With apples red, yellow, and bright,
Pumpkins dotting, the farm fields,
Nature's bounty, a harvest yield.
Kids play games, amidst the trees,
As leaves crunch, beneath their knees,
Hayrides roll, with laughter's peal,
A cider mill, a festive feel.
In Michigan's fall, a cherished thrill,
A cider mill, atop the hill,
Where memories made, and stories spun,
In a season of warmth, and apple fun.
Prompt: Winter's chill, so soon begun,
Lands on leaves and blades of sun,
A frozen kiss, a cold embrace,
Autumn's end, a swift-paced race.
Colors fade to white and gray,
Mornings crisp, with skies so pale,
Nights grow long, the days grow short,
Early frost, a sudden report.
Jack Frost paints with icy hand,
On the landscape, a wintry brand,
Sparkling crystals, glistening bright,
Nature's jewel in morning light.
Animals seek warmth and cover,
As frost creeps, a silent lover,
Yet in this chill, a beauty shines,
Nature's art, in frozen lines.
So let's embrace the frosty morn,
With hearts aglow, and spirits born,
For winter's chill, though bitter cold,
Brings wonder, joy, and tales untold.
Prompt: Running on empty, feeling drained,
Endless tasks and goals to be attained.
With days so busy, and nights so late,
Feeling overwhelmed by life's swift rate.
Time slipping by, a constant race,
In the hustle, losing pace.
Fuel running low, energy spent,
Yearning for rest, a moment lent.
But amidst the chaos, a gentle voice,
Whispering to make a different choice.
To slow down, to breathe and pause,
To find solace in nature's cause.
A walk in the woods, a quiet break,
Or sitting still by a tranquil lake.
Recharging mind, body, and soul,
Filling up again to feel more whole.
Running on empty, no more to be,
Embracing moments to feel truly free.
Finding balance, in life's grand scheme,
Renewed and refreshed, a fulfilling dream.
Prompt: On a moonless night, so dark and deep,
A raven flew, a secret to keep.
Its wings were black as midnight's shroud,
Its beady eyes, so piercing and proud.
With feathers sleek, and talons sharp,
It soared above, without a harp.
Its croaky caw, a haunting sound,
Echoed through the misty ground.
Through forests dense, it glided low,
Its ebony plumage in eerie glow.
A creature of mystery and dread,
It filled the night with silent dread.
The Black Raven, a harbinger of gloom,
A messenger from beyond the tomb.
Its presence spoke of doom and plight,
A symbol of darkness, a bird of the night.
So heed its warning, if you dare,
For in its eyes, a message rare.
Beware the shadows, beware the dark,
For the Black Raven leaves its mark.
Prompt: Flashes streak across the night,
Ethereal glow, a wondrous sight,
Invisible bolts, a fleeting show,
Heat lightning dances, with an eerie glow.
Silent cracks light up the sky,
A moment's brilliance, then a sigh,
A dazzling tease, a mystical dance,
Nature's firework, a fleeting trance.
A midnight spectacle, a celestial art,
Illuminating darkness, a fleeting heart,
A dazzling mystery, a flickering spark,
Heat lightning's beauty, a brief remark.
Prompt: Easter bells ring, announcing spring,
In Poland, a joyous time they bring.
A feast of faith, a family affair,
With customs cherished, beyond compare.
The table set, adorned with care,
A symbol of abundance, beyond compare.
White linens spread, a sign of purity,
With flowers bright, a burst of maturity.
First, the blessed eggs, or "pisanki" they say,
Decorated in colors, in an intricate display.
Each one unique, a work of art,
Symbolizing new life, a fresh start.
Then, the "zurek" soup, sour and rich,
Made with fermented rye, a savory pitch.
With sausage and potatoes, a hearty treat,
A comfort food, that can't be beat.
Next, the "kiełbasa," a sausage divine,
Grilled to perfection, a savory shrine.
Juicy and smoky, bursting with flavor,
A Polish delicacy, to savor.
"Placki ziemniaczane," potato pancakes fried,
Golden and crispy, on the side.
Served with sour cream, a creamy delight,
A Polish staple, a culinary sight.
And the "barszcz" beet soup, vibrant and red,
Prompt: Golden stilettos, so sleek and high,
Glimmering with glamour, reaching for the sky.
Shimmering in the light, like precious metal rare,
A statement of confidence, with style to spare.
Adorning her feet, with confidence and grace,
A touch of luxury, as she sets her pace.
With each step she takes, a click and a clack,
Golden stilettos, leading her attack.
A symbol of power, of strength and flair,
Golden stilettos, a fashionista's affair.
They elevate her stature, make her stand tall,
Commanding attention, as she walks down the hall.
The golden hue, a dazzling sight,
Reflecting her radiance, day or night.
A touch of opulence, in her every stride,
With golden stilettos, she cannot hide.
So bold and fierce, they make her shine,
Golden stilettos, a treasure so fine.
They're her fashion weapon, her statement piece,
Exuding confidence, and inner peace.
In the world of fashion, they're a precious find,
Golden stilettos, leaving hearts behind.
A footwear fantasy, a fashion dream,
With golden stilettos, she reigns supreme.
Prompt: Come one, come all, to the yard sale so grand,
A treasure trove of goodies, just waiting to be scanned.
From knick-knacks to trinkets, and things big and small,
There's something for everyone, come one, come all!
A rusty old bike with spokes all askew,
A vintage typewriter, still clacking anew.
A dusty old record player, spinning vinyl so neat,
And a quilt hand-stitched, so soft and so sweet.
There are books by the dozen, from old tomes to new,
A teapot with a chip, but it brews a great brew.
A puzzle missing pieces, a puzzle solved,
A doll with a cracked smile, but still much-loved.
A lawn chair that reclines, a lamp with a shade,
A painting of a sunset, with colors that fade.
A box of old tools, each one with a tale,
A jewelry box of memories, with a hidden secret's veil.
There are clothes for all ages, from vintage to chic,
A hat with feathers, so posh and unique.
A pair of roller skates, all scuffed and worn,
Prompt: In a house upon the hill,
Stood a window small and still,
Where a little girl would gaze,
Through the glass, lost in a daze.
With eyes as bright as morning sun,
Her innocence, second to none,
She'd watch the world passing by,
With a wistful, curious eye.
She'd see the birds take flight,
And dream of soaring to great height,
She'd watch the flowers bloom,
And wish to chase away the gloom.
Her little heart filled with wonder,
As she pondered, oh so tender,
What lay beyond her little view,
And all the adventures she could pursue.
Prompt: The sad homeless man on the street,
His plight so heartrending, so bittersweet.
He wanders aimlessly with tattered clothes,
His body shivering, his spirit froze.
He once had a home, a family so dear,
But life's cruel blows, he couldn't bear.
Now he sleeps on benches, in the cold,
Hunger gnawing at him, feeling old.
He begs for scraps, a coin or two,
But most pass by, without a clue.
His eyes filled with tears, his heart in pain,
Lost in a world that's harsh and vain.
He dreams of warmth, a roof above,
Of laughter, comfort, and mother's love.
But fate has dealt him a cruel hand,
Leaving him destitute, unable to stand.
He longs for kindness, a helping hand,
A glimmer of hope in a world so bland.
But society looks away, ignores his plight,
Leaving him invisible, hidden from sight.
So he wanders, a ghost of despair,
With no one to listen, no one to care.
His heart heavy with burdens unknown,
Walking a path, he treads alone.
The sad homeless man, with stories to tell,
Of a life once lived, now a living hell.
His voice unheard, his cries ignored,
In a world that's turned its back, so cold and hard.
Prompt: In a world that's often dark and gray,
There are angels among us every day.
They walk beside us, lend a hand,
Guiding us with a love so grand.
With hearts that overflow with care,
They're always ready to be there.
They lift us up when we are down,
Wiping away tears with a gentle frown.
Their wings may be hidden from our sight,
But their presence fills our lives with light.
They offer comfort, they spread joy,
Bringing hope that nothing can destroy.
They soothe our souls when we're in pain,
Whispering words that heal the strain.
They offer wisdom, they share grace,
Making the world a better place.
They're not just creatures from above,
But ordinary people we call "love."
They're friends, family, and strangers too,
With selfless hearts that always renew.
So let's be angels for others too,
Spreading kindness in all we do.
Let's be the light in someone's day,
An angel among us, come what may.
Prompt: When storms of life are fierce and wild,
And fear and doubt, like waves, compile,
Remember, friend, you're not alone,
For God's with you, His presence shown.
He calls you to step out in faith,
To trust His word, His love embrace,
To leave behind your doubts and fear,
And follow Him, with vision clear.
Though doubts may rise, and winds may blow,
Keep your eyes on Christ, and know,
That by His power, you too can rise,
Above the waves, to reach the skies.
With faith as small as mustard seed,
You'll find the strength you truly need,
To walk on water, in His grace,
And experience His love's embrace.
So don't give up, don't be afraid,
For with God's help, you will be made,
A conqueror, a victor bold,
Walking on water, as you're told.
So take His hand, and trust His way,
He'll lead you through, both night and day,
And you will find, as you press on,
That with His strength, you too can walk on water,
and have your victory won.
Prompt: As storms rage on with thunder's roar,
And torrents fall, upon us pour,
There lies a calm, a hidden grace,
A serenity in the storm's embrace.
Dark clouds may gather, skies grow gray,
But deep within, a light holds sway,
A tranquil peace, that soothes the soul,
A steadfast anchor, that makes us whole.
Though winds may howl, and waves may crash,
And chaos reign, with fearsome flash,
There's still a calm, that dwells within,
A sanctuary, where peace begins.
For storms will come, and storms will go,
But inner calm, will always glow,
It's not dependent, on outer strife,
But springs eternal, from within our life.
So when life's storms, come raging near,
And troubles mount, and doubts appear,
Remember the serenity, deep inside,
A tranquil haven, where you can hide.
Embrace the storm, with steadfast grace,
And let your soul, find its own space,
To be at peace, amid the fray,
And serenity will guide your way.
For storms will pass, and skies will clear,
And brighter days, will soon draw near,
And you'll emerge, stronger than before,
With serenity in your heart, forevermore.
Prompt: By grace through faith, we are made whole,
Not by our works, or human role.
It's not our deeds or righteous claim,
But trust in God's unchanging name.
No merit, merit can't obtain,
Salvation's gift, we must attain.
Not by our strength or earthly might,
But by God's grace, we walk in light.
In faith alone, we find our way,
God's love and mercy on display.
Not by our effort or our might,
But through Christ's blood, we shine so bright.
So let us trust in God's embrace,
His saving grace, our hiding place.
For in faith alone, we are set free,
To live for Him eternally.
Prompt: In a moment of despair, with tears that flow,
On life's winding road, feeling lost in woe,
A heart burdened heavy, a soul in pain,
Cries out to Jesus, a desperate refrain.
"Jesus, take the wheel, my guide, my friend,
Lead me through this darkness, hold my hand,
For I am weary, and I am weak,
My hope is fading, my outlook bleak."
With love so gentle, and grace profound,
Jesus hears the cry, His heart's own sound,
He takes the wheel, with a knowing smile,
His presence comforting, mile by mile.
He steers with wisdom, and perfect skill,
Navigating through life's uphill thrill,
He calms the storms, and clears the way,
Restoring faith, with each new day.
Through valleys low, and mountains high,
Jesus walks with us, by our side,
He lifts us up when we fall down,
He's our rock, our solid ground.
With grace that's boundless, and love so pure,
Jesus's embrace, a love that endures,
He guides us home, to a brighter place,
Where hope and joy, in abundance grace.
So when life's journey seems too tough to bear,
Just call on Jesus, He'll be right there,
With open arms, and a heart so kind,
He'll take the wheel, and peace you'll find.
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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