Prompt: The quiet storm approaches near,
A gentle hush, that we can hear.
The sky grows dark, the wind does cease,
And nature's rhythm finds its peace.
A moment's pause, a lull in time,
A chance to rest, a chance to climb.
The storm may rage, but we can rest,
For in the calm, we can be blessed.
The quiet storm, a gentle friend,
A chance to pause, a chance to mend.
And when it passes, we'll emerge,
Refreshed, renewed, and free from purge.
Prompt: Amidst the fog and dreary mist,
The traveler wandered, lost and missed.
His compass gone, his path unclear,
He journeyed on, gripped by fear.
The North Star hid behind the clouds,
No direction found, no way out.
But in his heart, a light did shine,
A hope that guided him just fine.
For though the compass may be lost,
The will to seek, at any cost,
Will lead you to the place you seek,
And make the journey less oblique.
So onward still, the traveler pressed,
His heart and soul, put to the test.
Until at last, he found his way,
And emerged into the light of day.
Prompt: Intricate strands of lies and deceit,
Tangled together, hard to defeat.
A web of mistruths, carefully spun,
Concealing the harm that's been done.
Each thread a trap, each knot a snare,
The truth obscured beyond compare.
A web so complex, it's hard to see,
The path to unravel it completely.
But with patience and persistence,
The web can be torn, with due diligence.
The strands can be loosened, one by one,
Until the truth is finally won.
So let us not be fooled or swayed,
By the web of lies that's been made.
Let us seek the truth, no matter how,
And tear this tangled web down, now.
Prompt: The whispers of the sea
Speak secrets to the shore
Of hidden depths and mysteries
That lie forevermore
Softly sighing with the breeze
The waves caress the sand
Their tales a gentle lullaby
For those who understand
In every ebb and flow
A rhythm to be heard
A timeless melody
That sings a soothing word
So come and listen closely
To what the sea confides
For in its endless whispers
A treasure there resides.
Prompt: The clouds are dancing in the sky,
Moving gracefully, floating high,
Their forms and shapes continuously change,
A mesmerizing sight, so wondrous and strange.
They twist and twirl with such finesse,
A beautiful display, effortless,
A sight to behold, for all to see,
A natural wonder, endlessly free.
The dancing clouds, a moving art,
Painted against a canvas of the heart,
A beauty that never fades away,
A moment to cherish, every day.
Prompt: Alone I sit, in quiet thought,
My heart aching, with love uncaught.
No one to hold, no one to care,
The loneliness is too much to bear.
I long for love, a true connection,
A partner for life, without rejection.
But for now, I'll sit and wait,
Hoping love will come, before it's too late.
Prompt: Fading memories, slipping away,
Moments once cherished, now in disarray,
Images blurred, colors turned gray,
The past we shared, now beginning to fray.
Laughter and joy, now distant echoes,
Happy times, but now only shadows,
Memories fade, like the evening's glow,
Leaving us with nothing but sorrow.
But even as the memories wane,
Our love remains, forever to sustain,
For the present and future, we will retain,
And make new memories, once again.
Prompt: Broken promise, shattered trust,
Heartache, pain, and so unjust,
Words once spoken, now lie in dust,
The bond we had, now turned to rust.
Promises made, then quickly broken,
Words spoken, but never awoken,
Hurt and disappointment, left unspoken,
Our love and trust, now forever frozen.
Prompt: The path less traveled,
is often the unseen.
Yet it holds the promise,
of all we could have been.
It winds and it curves,
through shadows and light.
It's a journey of courage,
a struggle, a fight.
The destination is unknown,
but the path is clear.
It leads us to our destiny,
and all we hold dear.
So we take the first step,
and venture into the unknown.
We follow the unseen path,
and let our spirits be shown.
For it's not the destination,
but the journey we take.
On the path less traveled,
our true selves we'll make.
Prompt: The snow falls softly,
blanketing the earth.
A silent serenity,
a moment of rebirth.
The world is hushed,
as nature takes its rest.
A peaceful quietude,
a moment we are blessed.
The snow speaks not,
but its message is clear.
To slow down and reflect,
to find calm in the fear.
So we stand and watch,
as the snow continues to fall.
Embracing the silence,
and finding peace in it all.
Prompt: The past fades away,
memories dim and gray.
The present takes hold,
stories yet to be told.
The future is bright,
with hope as its light.
Let us not forget,
what we have not yet met.
For in our hearts,
the forgotten parts,
lie waiting to be found,
in memories unbound.
So let us remember,
the forgotten ember,
and fan it into flame,
so we may never be the same.
Prompt: Forgotten hope, lost in the past,
A dream of what could have been,
A future that was never meant to last,
A vision we couldn't win.
Memories fade, as time goes on,
The pain of loss subsides,
But the hope we had is never truly gone,
It lingers, and sometimes hides.
We move forward, with each passing day,
But a piece of us remains behind,
With the hope that somehow, someway,
What we lost, we'll someday find.
Prompt: In the quiet of the night,
Raindrops fall without a sound,
Silent tears from the sky,
Nourishing the thirsty ground.
Nature's gentle lullaby,
As the world around me sleeps,
The silent rain sings softly,
A melody for dreams to keep.
Prompt: With flickering glow and dancing light,
The burning flame ignites the night,
Its warmth and radiance in our sight,
A beacon of hope, shining bright.
It dances freely, uncontrolled,
A symbol of passion, fierce and bold,
Its energy captivating, behold,
A fiery spirit that cannot be told.
Oh, burning flame, you inspire,
With your unwavering, intense fire,
You give us courage to reach higher,
And chase our dreams, with fierce desire.
Prompt: In the echoing silence,
Where words are left unsaid,
Emotions speak volumes,
In the absence of what's been read.
The quiet can be deafening,
As thoughts come and go,
Memories echo loudly,
In the spaces left below.
In the echoing silence,
The heart begins to hear,
The whispers of the soul,
And all that we hold dear.
The world outside keeps spinning,
As the stillness takes its hold,
And in the echoing silence,
We find ourselves, and grow old.
So let us embrace the quiet,
And listen to the sound,
Of the echoing silence,
As it carries us around.
Prompt: In the stillness of the night,
When the stars are shining bright,
A silent symphony plays on,
A melody with no words or song.
The rustling of the leaves,
The whispering of the breeze,
The gentle patter of the rain,
All part of nature's refrain.
The rhythm of the earth,
The beating of its heart,
A symphony so serene,
It fills the soul and calms the scene.
In the silence of the night,
The symphony plays on,
A beautiful and peaceful sight,
Until the break of dawn.
Prompt: The solitary moon,
Drifts across the night.
A glowing orb of silver,
That fills the sky with light.
It wanders through the stars,
In a path all its own.
A beacon in the darkness,
That's never alone.
It watches over us,
Through the night so still.
A constant companion,
That we can feel.
The solitary moon,
A symbol of peace.
A reminder of the beauty,
That never seems to cease.
Prompt: The river flows,
A journey it takes.
Through mountains and valleys,
And all that it makes.
From tiny streams,
To rushing tides.
A force of nature,
That never hides.
It carves its path,
Through rocks and stone.
A relentless force,
That's always grown.
It nourishes life,
Along its way.
A giver of beauty,
That's here to stay.
The river's journey,
Is one of wonder.
A story untold,
That we all ponder.
Prompt: The endless horizon,
Stretches far and wide.
A canvas of beauty,
With nowhere to hide.
The sun sets slowly,
Painting the sky.
A symphony of colors,
As the day passes by.
The ocean meets the sky,
In an endless embrace.
A love that never dies,
A never-ending grace.
The horizon calls,
To dream and to explore.
To chase the unknown,
And never to ignore.
Prompt: The sun sinks low,
Its light now dim.
The world grows cold,
As night sets in.
The stars come out,
Twinkling bright.
A peaceful hush,
As day takes flight.
The fading light,
A gentle sigh.
Another day,
Has passed us by.
Prompt: The lonely road, a path unlit,
Winding through valleys, and up the cliff.
A journey that's long, with no end in sight,
A trek that's taken, with strength and might.
The road is lonely, with no one in sight,
But the traveler keeps moving, with all their might.
Step by step, they trudge along,
With the hope that the journey won't be long.
The road is winding, with twists and turns,
And the traveler learns as their knowledge burns.
The journey's hardships and the lessons it teaches,
Are what make it worthwhile and what it preaches.
So though the road may be lonely and long,
And the journey may seem to never belong,
The traveler keeps moving, with faith and trust,
For they know that the journey is where life is a must.
Prompt: The forgotten song, a melody lost,
A tune that once held souls embossed.
A haunting sound, from days of old,
Now faded away, its story untold.
But in its silence, the forgotten song,
Whispers a tale of love, so strong.
A memory of a time gone by,
Of moments shared under the sky.
Oh, how the forgotten song can move,
With emotions that time cannot remove.
May we listen with open ears,
And hear the beauty in its tears.
For even in its forgotten state,
The song can still captivate.
A reminder of the power of sound,
And the love and memories it can be found.
Prompt: Shattered reflection, broken glass,
A glimpse of a life that's come to pass.
A mirror that once showed a bright face,
Now distorted, leaving no trace.
Cracks and splinters, tell of pain,
Of dreams that withered, but not in vain.
Shattered reflection, stark reminder,
Of a life that's been torn asunder.
Yet in its broken state it can create,
A new image, with a different fate.
A chance to see life in a different hue,
To find the strength and start anew.
Prompt: The whispering wind, so soft and light,
Carries secrets through the night.
A gentle breeze, a soothing sound,
A calmness that can always be found.
It dances through the trees and leaves,
A peaceful melody, it weaves.
Its touch so gentle, its voice so sweet,
A lullaby that can't be beat.
The whispering wind, it tells a tale,
Of love and loss, and hope that prevails.
It shares the wisdom of the ages past,
And reminds us that nothing will last.
So let us listen to the whispering wind,
And let its message sink within.
For in its gentle, calming voice,
We can find solace and rejoice.
Prompt: The broken window, shattered glass,
A reflection of a world amiss.
A symbol of a life that's gone,
A fragile state, so easily undone.
The wind blows through the broken pane,
A mournful sound, a somber refrain.
The broken window, a mark of time,
A moment frozen, a memory in rhyme.
Oh, how the broken window speaks,
Of secrets kept and dreams that leak.
A window to the soul, perhaps,
A vision of a life that collapses.
But even in its shattered state,
The broken window can still create.
A new perspective, a different view,
A chance to see life in a different hue.
Prompt: The ocean roars with mighty waves,
Its endless depths a watery grave.
A force to be reckoned with, no doubt,
A power that can bring both life and drought.
But beneath its surface, there's a pain,
A lament that echoes like a mournful refrain.
For the ocean, too, can feel the hurt,
As pollution and destruction make it desert.
Oh, how the ocean cries and moans,
As it watches its creatures turn to bones.
It pleads for help, for change to come,
Before all its beauty is left undone.
So let us hear the ocean's lament,
And work together to make a dent.
For only then can we hope to save,
The mighty ocean's eternal wave.
Prompt: Underneath the night sky's darkened veil,
The stars shine bright without fail.
A blanket of twinkling lights above,
Reminding us of the universe's love.
Each one a beacon of hope and light,
A reminder of our place in the cosmic night.
A constellation of dreams and desires,
Guiding us through life's twists and spires.
So let us gaze upon this wondrous sight,
And let the stars illuminate our night.
For in their gleaming, we can find peace,
And let our souls and hearts release.
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.
