Prompt: Young Americans, full of dreams so bright,
Embarking on a journey, chasing the light.
A generation of hope, boundless and free,
With hearts on fire, yearning to be.
Raised in a world of constant change,
Where technology and diversity rearrange,
Connected globally, yet seeking truth,
Questioning norms, pursuing youth.
Diverse in color, creed, and love,
They strive for equality, hand in glove,
Breaking barriers, shattering old norms,
Championing justice in all its forms.
Innovative minds, with boundless flair,
Creating, disrupting, with a daring stare,
Entrepreneurs, activists, artists too,
Reimagining the world anew.
They march for climate, LGBTQ+ rights,
With voices raised, they take their sights,
Demanding justice, fairness, and peace,
Their passion and determination never cease.
Yet challenges abound, with hurdles to face,
Student loans, job markets, a frenzied pace,
Navigating a complex, uncertain world,
With resilience and grit, their flags unfurled.
Prompt: In the dark, as night descends,
My room is hushed, no noise pretends.
But as I close my eyes to rest,
A stirring comes, a spectral quest.
A rustling sound, a faintest breeze,
A chill runs down, I start to freeze.
I turn to see, with bated breath,
A figure cloaked in shades of death.
My closet door, it creaks and groans,
Unveiling secrets, long unknowns.
A ghostly presence, pale and wan,
Emerges from the shadows drawn.
Its eyes, like coals, burn with fire,
Its voice a whisper, tinged with ire.
It tells a tale of sorrow deep,
A restless soul, who cannot sleep.
It speaks of days long passed away,
Of love and loss, a price to pay.
Of dreams unfulfilled, regrets amassed,
And a life cut short, a breath that's gasped.
I listen close, with heart held tight,
As the ghost shares its haunting plight.
Its sadness seeps into my soul,
A melancholy, a story untold.
But then, it fades, a misty wraith,
Back into darkness, a spectral wreathe.
My closet door, now closed and still,
Leaves me wondering, with a chill.
Prompt: Love's sweet embrace, a treasure rare,
A blissful bond beyond compare.
Heartstrings strum with joy's sweet song,
Two souls entwined, where they belong.
Happiness, a gentle breeze,
A state of mind that puts us at ease.
It shines like sunlight on our face,
A warm embrace, a state of grace.
Love and happiness, a perfect pair,
A symphony of joy so rare.
Hand in hand, they light our way,
Guiding us through each new day.
So let us cherish love's sweet flame,
And let happiness be our aim.
For in their glow, life's beauty shines,
A treasure divine, for all times.
Prompt: Penny Candy, sweet and bright,
Delights my tongue with pure delight.
A rainbow of colors, oh so grand,
In a tiny wrapper, held in my hand.
Gummy bears, and licorice twists,
Lollipops with flavors that persist.
Sour drops that make my lips pucker,
And chocolate coins that I can savor.
Jawbreakers that last for hours,
Bubble gum that gives me superpowers.
Pixie Stix and candy bracelets,
My childhood joy, no need to guess it.
Sticky taffy, chewy and sweet,
Jelly beans, a tasty treat.
Candy corn, a Halloween delight,
All these candies, a sheer delight.
But, oh dear, my pockets bare,
Penny Candy, no longer there.
Grown-up now, with bills to pay,
Nostalgia's sweet, in a bittersweet way.
Though my tastes have changed with age,
I'll always treasure Penny Candy's page.
A simple pleasure, a sugary treasure,
Forever remembered with fond measure.
Prompt: Autumn leaves blowing, a dance in the breeze,
A kaleidoscope of colors, among the trees.
They rustle and whisper, a soothing sound,
As they float and flutter, to the ground.
Golden hues of amber, fiery reds so bold,
Nature's artwork painted, in a tale untold.
A symphony of foliage, a visual delight,
A masterpiece of nature's canvas, in the fading light.
The air is crisp, with a hint of chill,
As autumn's magic, casts its tranquil thrill.
Leaves twirl and spin, in a graceful waltz,
A farewell performance, before winter's exalts.
The ground adorned, with a leafy carpet spread,
A crunchy pathway, where memories are tread.
Children playfully jump, in leaf piles high,
Laughing with joy, under the clear blue sky.
Autumn leaves blowing, a seasonal treasure,
A reminder of nature's cyclical measure.
A reminder of change, of letting go,
Embracing the new, as we bid farewell to the old.
So let's savor the moment, as we watch the leaves dance,
In this fleeting season, a fleeting chance.
To appreciate the beauty, in nature's grand show,
As autumn leaves blowing, in a graceful flow.
Prompt: Hand in hand, we bravely stand,
Side by side, a love so grand.
Against all odds, come what may,
Together we'll find our own way.
Hearts entwined, souls aligned,
Through the storm, we're intertwined.
Bound by love, unbreakable, true,
Forever, me and you.
Time may pass, seasons change,
But our love, it will never estrange.
Through trials, tears, and laughter,
Our bond will always be hereafter.
So let's hold tight, and never let go,
A love so rare, a cherished glow.
For come what may, we'll face the test,
For our love, it is truly blessed.
Prompt: In a castle of grandeur, with walls painted gold,
Lived a princess so fair, with a spirit so bold.
Each night in her chambers, a mystery took place,
As she danced through the dark with grace and with grace.
Her gown spun like moonlight, her slippers like stars,
Her laughter echoed in the halls near and far.
Her steps were so light, her moves were so sweet,
But where did she go, with her dancing feat?
The king was perplexed, the queen was concerned,
The knights were amazed, as the princess they yearned.
They followed her footsteps, they searched high and low,
But the princess vanished, like a shadow in the glow.
One day a young lad, a humble young man,
Came to the castle with a clever plan.
He followed the princess, with stealth and with care,
And found a secret passage to a garden so rare.
There in the moonlight, he saw the princess dance,
Her joy and her beauty in a captivating trance.
Prompt: Warm sand, sun so bright,
Atlantic City's pure delight.
Boardwalk buzz, casinos gleam,
Life's a dream, or so it seems.
Bathing suits, laughter fills the air,
Beachside strolls, not a single care.
Saltwater taffy, ice cream sweet,
Delights for all, a summer's treat.
Seagulls soaring, waves crashing loud,
Thrills and games, a lively crowd.
Ocean breeze, warm sun-kissed skin,
Atlantic City, where fun begins.
Prompt: Rebel girl, full of fire and might,
With passion burning, shining bright.
A fighter, fearless, standing tall,
Challenging norms, breaking the wall.
Her voice, a weapon, sharp and clear,
Fighting for justice, year after year.
Her gaze, unwavering and strong,
Defying odds, proving them wrong.
Her spirit, wild, untamed and free,
A force to reckon with, you see.
She's unapologetic, true and bold,
A rebel girl, a story to be told.
So let her rise, let her shine,
In a world that needs her voice divine.
A rebel girl, a beacon of light,
Guiding us towards a future so bright.
Prompt: Whispers in the dark, a haunting lark,
Echoes bounce, shadows embark.
Creaking floors, eerie roars,
Shivers crawl, through locked doors.
Footsteps light, in dead of night,
Ghosts unseen, give us a fright.
Drips that drip, hearts that skip,
Chilling chill, a foreboding thrill.
Silent sighs, eerie cries,
Glimmering eyes, beneath the skies.
Sudden hush, a ghostly brush,
Unseen presence, a spine-tingling rush.
In the darkness, mysterious and stark,
A symphony of sounds, hauntingly remark.
As shadows dance and whispers sigh,
Fear and wonder, in the dark they lie.
Prompt: Sleep eludes, I lie in bed,
Restless thoughts whirl in my head,
Toss and turn, night turns to day,
Insomnia, please go away!
Blanket's warmth, pillow's embrace,
Yet I'm trapped in wakeful chase,
Clock's ticking, echoes loud,
Sleep's elusive, like a cloud.
Counting sheep, closing eyes,
But slumber's grasp, a prize denied,
Minutes stretch, hours drag,
Restless mind, an endless snag.
Darkness fades, dawn's first light,
Another sleepless, restless night,
Yearning for that blissful rest,
Insomnia, you're quite the pest!
Prompt: Amidst the snow and icy chill,
The winter cardinal sits so still,
A flash of red against the white,
A vibrant beacon in the sight.
He sings a song so pure and clear,
A melody that fills the ear,
A symbol of the season's cheer,
The winter cardinal, always dear.
Prompt: Red, white, and blue, the colors of pride,
Symbolic of the land where we reside.
The flag flies high, waving in the breeze,
A reminder of the land of the free.
Red represents the blood shed in war,
The sacrifice made, now forevermore.
It symbolizes courage, strength, and might,
The willingness to stand up and fight.
White is the color of purity and grace,
The hope for a better tomorrow we embrace.
It represents peace and unity,
A world where everyone is free.
Blue is the color of the sky above,
The promise of a brighter future, filled with love.
It symbolizes freedom and justice for all,
A country where everyone can stand tall.
Together, these colors form a bond,
A symbol of pride, strong and fond.
The flag we fly, the anthem we sing,
A reminder of the freedom we bring.
Red, white, and blue, the colors of our land,
A symbol of strength that will always stand.
A pledge of allegiance to our country and way,
Forever and always, on this Independence Day.
Prompt: Get up and stand up, don't be afraid
It's time to speak out, don't be dismayed
Raise your voice, let it be heard
Take a stand, let your thoughts be stirred
When injustice happens, don't turn away
It's time to act now, don't delay
Stand up for what's right, don't be shy
Let your courage shine, don't be sly
Together we can make a change
Let's break free from this societal cage
Rise up, let's make a difference
We can achieve, let's have confidence
Get up and stand up, let's take a stand
Our actions will speak, let's lend a hand
Let's work together, hand in hand
We can create a better land
Prompt: I gave my life to Jesus,
When I was lost and alone.
He lifted me up from my despair,
And made His love known.
I was blinded by my sin,
But He showed me the light.
He gave me hope and peace,
And made everything right.
I used to walk in darkness,
But now I walk in His grace.
He has set me free from chains,
And given me a new place.
I am no longer lost,
For Jesus is my guide.
I trust Him with my life,
And in Him I abide.
I gave my life to Jesus,
And I will never turn back.
For He is my rock and my salvation,
And in Him I have no lack.
Prompt: In the backyard stands an old gazebo,
Its weathered wood showing signs of woe.
But still it stands, a steadfast shrine,
To memories of days gone by.
In summertime, its shade is sought,
For lazy afternoons that can't be bought.
With lemonade in hand, we sit and chat,
And watch the world go by, just like that.
Come autumn, leaves fall all around,
And the gazebo becomes a spot to be found,
For cozy moments with hot cocoa,
And stories of the year that's been so-so.
When winter's snow blankets the ground,
The gazebo seems to sleep, without a sound,
But in spring, it wakes up once more,
As new life blooms and the world restores.
So here's to the old gazebo we love,
A place of peace and memories thereof,
May it stand strong for years to come,
A shelter from the storms that may come.
Prompt: Mrs. Brightside, full of pride
With a smile that's so wide
She spreads joy everywhere
Making life a little more fair
She sees the good in everyone
Even when things aren't fun
Mrs. Brightside, oh so kind
Bringing light to all she finds
So let's all try to be like her
Spreading love and cheer
Mrs. Brightside, we thank you so
For the happiness you bestow.
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.