Prompt: With her goggles and her gears,
And her clockwork heart,
The steampunk grandma marches on,
Her spirit never torn apart.
She's traveled through the ages,
And seen the world transform,
From the industrial revolution,
To a world beyond the norm.
Her spirit is unbreakable,
Her mind forever sharp,
She's a symbol of resilience,
And a true work of art.
So let the steam whistle blow,
And the gears turn in delight,
For the steampunk grandma's legacy,
Will forever shine so bright.
Prompt: A song of serenity, so pure and true,
A world of peace, that comes to you.
A place where worries, start to fade,
And all our fears, start to evade.
The melody that plays, so soft and sweet,
A gentle tune, that's hard to beat.
A world of calm, that's always near,
A place where hope, can always appear.
And in this world, we find our rest,
A space where we, can be our best.
For in this song, we find our peace,
And all our troubles start to cease.
So let the song, come wash us clean,
And let our hearts, become serene.
For in this world, so pure and free,
We can find, our harmony.
Prompt: Behold the beauty of the earth,
Its hills and streams and trees,
The whispering wind and ocean's roar,
Are music to our souls at ease.
The majesty of mountains grand,
And rolling hills so green,
The flow of rivers and the sky,
Are treasures yet unseen.
For in the stillness of the woods,
And on the mountains high,
We find a peace that passes all,
And lift our souls up to the sky.
Nature is the gift of life,
And beauty that surrounds,
It nourishes our spirits deep,
And makes our hearts resound.
So let us cherish all we see,
And keep our planet clean,
For in this world of wondrous gifts,
Our souls will ever glean.
Prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Prompt: We stood by a pond that winter day,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
—They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro—
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing....
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
Prompt: Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Prompt: The fisherman stood on the shore,
His weathered face lined with years of toil,
And gazed upon the endless sea,
That stretched out before him, calm and royal.
He had seen it all, the highs and lows,
The storms that raged, the calm that glows,
And yet, he stood there, day after day,
With a heart that yearned to sail away.
For he knew that out there, in the deep,
Lurked the fish that he longed to reap,
A creature of beauty, fierce and free,
A prize that would bring him endless glee.
And so, he set out, alone at last,
With nothing but his will to hold him fast,
And faced the sea, with all its might,
A challenge that he was ready to fight.
The waves crashed hard, the wind did howl,
But the fisherman stood tall and proud,
With a heart that beat with strength and zeal,
And a spirit that would never yield.
And when, at last, he caught his prey,
He knew that he had won the day,
For he had faced the sea and all its might,
And emerged victorious, with a heart alight.
Prompt: Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Prompt: You may write me down in history
With bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Prompt: The sun doth rise, the birds doth sing,
And all around, the world doth bring
A sense of joy, a sense of mirth,
As though new life hath come to earth.
The trees doth sway, the flowers bloom,
And all the world doth cast a gloom
Upon the doubts and fears of men,
And bring them hope and peace again.
But in the midst of all this cheer,
A lonely heart doth shed a tear,
For love hath fled and left behind
A heart that aches, a soul unkind.
Yet still the world doth spin and turn,
And still the fires of passion burn,
For though love may be fleeting, true,
Its memory shall forever renew.
Thus, let us cherish every day,
And let our hearts find love and play,
For in this world of joy and strife,
'Tis love that brings the truest life.
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.
