Prompt: Hera, queen of gods so fair,
With regal grace and majestic air,
On Olympus, her throne she keeps,
Watching over all with eyes that peep.
As wife of Zeus, the king of skies,
Her jealousy oft sparks and flies,
For mortal loves that he pursues,
Her wrath unleashed, like stormy cues.
Yet, Hera's power is not just scorn,
But also the symbol of motherly care born,
Goddess of marriage, family, and birth,
She holds a sacred place on Earth.
Her peacock throne, a symbol bright,
Of her beauty, wisdom, and royal might,
Her eyes survey with watchful gaze,
Her domain, the skies, and earthly maze.
Oh, Hera, queen of gods and skies,
With wisdom deep and watchful eyes,
We honor you with reverence true,
And seek your blessings, ever anew.
Prompt: Zeus, the god of skies so high,
With lightning bolts that fiercely fly,
On Mount Olympus, he doth dwell,
Ruling over gods and mortals as well.
His voice like thunder, strong and loud,
His wrath a tempest, fierce and proud,
With eyes that gleam with fiery light,
He rules with power and sovereign might.
Yet, in his heart, a softer side,
For love and passion doth abide,
With many consorts, gods and maidens,
Zeus' desires, like lightning, quick and laden.
But beware his wrath, for it is dire,
His lightning bolts can set the world on fire,
So pay him homage, with reverence true,
For Zeus, the god, commands the view.
Oh, Zeus, the mighty god on high,
With power vast, that reaches the sky,
We tremble at your thunderous might,
And pray for favor day and night.
Prompt: In slumber's grasp, I fell so deep,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
A world so strange, a secret keep,
A realm that's neither yours nor mine.
I saw a dream, so vivid, bright,
A fleeting vision, fleet and fast,
But when I woke, with morning's light,
It slipped away, a memory lost.
I reached out to grasp it tight,
To hold it close, to make it stay,
But it slipped through my fingers light,
A phantom, vanishing away.
And then I woke, with a start,
To find myself in waking's gleam,
And wondered, with a heavy heart,
Was it reality or just a dream?
A dream within a dream, it seems,
A fleeting moment, passing by,
A whisper in the realm of dreams,
A treasure lost, a wistful sigh.
So, hold your dreams, both big and small,
Embrace them tight, don't let them go,
For they may fade, like shadows fall,
A dream within a dream, you'll know.
Let them linger, let them gleam,
And cherish every fleeting scene,
For dreams within dreams hold mystery,
A realm of wonder, a glimpse of glee.
Prompt: With frothy foam and a skilled hand,
The barista's talent was in demand.
A canvas of steamed milk, oh so fine,
The latte artist's work, a taste divine.
From heart-shaped swirls to leafy ferns,
Each creation, a masterpiece that yearns
To be admired, before it's sipped,
A moment's artistry, carefully whipped.
With steaming cup, a canvas made,
The latte artist's skill displayed.
A fleeting beauty, a fleeting taste,
A moment's joy, not one to waste.
So sip and savor, with delight,
The latte artist's fleeting sight.
A work of art, a fleeting pleasure,
A coffee treat, to be savored without measure.
Prompt: In the woods, where silence spoke,
Stood a tree, a grand old oak.
Its branches crooked, leaves now shed,
Beneath its boughs, the spirits tread.
Ghosts of yore, with tales untold,
Whispered secrets, dark and bold.
Their voices echoed in the breeze,
Carrying whispers through the trees.
Legends of battles long ago,
Love lost, and treasures below.
Their sorrow hung in the air,
A haunting melody, a mournful prayer.
But those who listened with open heart,
Found solace in the ghosts' impart.
For in their stories, wisdom dwelt,
Of lessons learned and truths unfelt.
So, if you dare, approach with care,
The ghosts of the old oak, unaware.
Listen close, and you may find,
Answers to questions of heart and mind.
Prompt: Bad, bad Leroy Brown, the toughest man in town,
With a strut in his step and a frown that could frown,
He ruled the streets with an iron hand,
Feared by many, across the land.
He wore a hat tipped low, a diamond on his hand,
And a flashy suit, oh so grand,
With a swagger in his walk, and a sneer on his lip,
He commanded attention with every quip.
But Leroy Brown, oh so tough,
Had a heart that wasn't made of rough,
For deep inside, a tender soul,
Longed for love, to make him whole.
One day he met a girl so sweet,
With a smile that knocked him off his feet,
She saw beyond his tough facade,
And touched his heart, with love so broad.
Leroy Brown, a changed man now,
With a heart that's full, and a softened brow,
He learned that strength is not just might,
But also love, that shines so bright.
So, here's to Leroy Brown, the baddest of them all,
Who learned that love can break down walls,
A tale of redemption, so profound,
For Bad Bad Leroy Brown, now wears a different crown.
Prompt: A song of hope, a call to unite,
To stand as one, in love and light,
To lift the world, with hands entwined,
With hearts so big, and souls aligned.
Different voices, diverse and strong,
Joining together, in chorus and song,
From every corner, of the earth,
A message of compassion, with boundless worth.
For we are the world, a family so vast,
With colors, cultures, present and past,
In times of need, we come as one,
With empathy and love, we've just begun.
So let us join, hand in hand,
Across all borders, across the land,
To spread kindness, far and wide,
For we are the world, with love as our guide.
Prompt: Every breath you take, I feel,
A love so strong, it's truly real,
Each beat of your heart, a rhythm true,
A melody that brings me close to you.
Your presence lingers in the air,
A scent, a touch, beyond compare,
Your voice, a symphony to my ear,
A harmony that draws me near.
Every breath you take, a treasure bright,
A gift of love, a guiding light,
A bond that's formed, an unbreakable tie,
A love that fills me, sky high.
So hold me close, don't let me go,
For in your arms, my heart's aglow,
With every breath you take, my love,
You're all I need, my treasure trove.
Prompt: A dream of riches, a chance so bright,
To strike it rich, day or night,
A job so easy, a life so grand,
With money flowing, at their command.
But soon they find, it's not all gold,
The price they pay, a story untold,
For money earned, without a fight,
May bring no joy, just emptiness, and blight.
A quest for wealth, a shallow race,
Leaving behind, a deeper grace,
For life's true value, cannot be bought,
It's found in moments, dearly sought.
So heed the lesson, clear and clear,
That money for nothing, may not endear,
But it's the journey, not just the gain,
That brings fulfillment, joy, and reign.
Prompt: In a sterile room, with lights so bright,
A solemn scene that shrouds the night,
A doctor's gaze, meticulous and keen,
As he performs a task, somber and serene.
With scalpel in hand, he begins to trace,
A life now ended, a familiar face,
A puzzle to solve, a mystery to unfold,
Through careful examination, truth be told.
He dissects the body with skillful care,
Seeking answers, unaware,
Of the stories hidden within the flesh,
The secrets kept, now fresh.
Each incision reveals a clue,
Of how a life once lived and grew,
The autopsist's eyes, a solemn stare,
Piecing together the puzzle with utmost care.
A solemn duty, a somber task,
To uncover the truth, no question to ask,
A science mingled with emotions deep,
As the autopsy unravels the secrets to keep.
In the quiet of the autopsy room,
A tale of life and death, a silent gloom,
With reverence and respect for the departed,
The autopsy reveals a story, finely charted.
Prompt: On the dancefloor she takes the stage,
A diva with moves that captivate,
A vision of grace and style so bright,
Her rhythm ignites the neon light.
Her hips sway to the pulsing beat,
Her feet glide with effortless feat,
Her body grooves, a mesmerizing sight,
Her energy commanding the night.
The spotlight follows her every move,
As she spins and twirls in her dancefloor groove,
Her presence commanding attention,
A dancing queen, a true sensation.
With her flair and moves, she steals the show,
Her confidence radiates, a vibrant glow,
A diva on the dancefloor, a star of the night,
A captivating force, pure delight.
Prompt: A feeling like a soaring flight,
A rush of joy, pure and bright,
A moment that lifts the soul up high,
A symphony of bliss that makes us sigh.
A state of being, a transcendent trance,
A surge of emotions, a thrilling dance,
A euphoric wave that sweeps us away,
In a world of ecstasy, where we long to stay.
Hearts racing fast, pulses in tune,
Colors more vivid, under the moon,
A sensation that's electric and alive,
A treasure to cherish, a gift to thrive.
Euphoria, a treasure to behold,
A treasure that turns moments to gold,
A fleeting glimpse of heaven's gate,
A reminder of life's wonders, so innate.
Prompt: In the cosmic expanse, a dance so divine,
A rhythm that transcends space and time,
A groove that travels through the stars,
Uniting galaxies, no matter how far.
With beats that pulse and melodies that soar,
A cosmic symphony, forevermore,
A groove that resonates across the sky,
Bringing joy to every planet that passes by.
Alien creatures, and humans alike,
Move to the groove, with steps so light,
A universal language, a cosmic bond,
In the vastness of space, a connection fond.
So let's groove to the rhythm of the stars,
With our feet tapping on celestial bars,
Joining the dance of the galaxies above,
Embracing the magic of the Galactic Groove.
Prompt: Electric dreams, a dazzling sight,
A symphony of neon lights,
Bright and bold, a technicolor glow,
In a world where imagination can flow.
A cityscape of electric hues,
A futuristic vision come true,
With skies adorned in neon art,
A spectacle that ignites the heart.
In the darkness, a dazzling show,
A spectacle that seems to grow,
As dreams take flight on electric wings,
A symphony of possibilities it brings.
So let us dream, with sparks aglow,
In a world where possibilities grow,
With electric dreams lighting the way,
To a future that's vibrant, come what may.
Prompt: Mackinaw Island, a fudgy delight,
Where sweet indulgence takes flight.
Fudge so rich, creamy and sweet,
A treat that's simply hard to beat.
Made with love, in small-town charm,
Crafted by hand, with a loving arm.
Flavors abound, from classic to bold,
A taste sensation, to behold.
Buttery smooth, with nuts or without,
A confectionery treasure, there's no doubt.
Wrapped up tight, in a little box,
A souvenir sweet, that surely rocks.
Mackinaw Island fudge, a sugary pleasure,
A culinary treasure, without measure.
A delight to savor, a joy to taste,
A slice of heaven, in every embrace.
Prompt: In a pristine wonderland, so serene,
Nature's masterpiece, a breathtaking scene.
Snow-capped peaks, standing tall,
Glistening in the sunlight, captivating all.
A blanket of white, untouched and pure,
Untouched by man, a sight so sure.
Crystal-clear lakes, reflecting the sky,
A haven of peace, where souls can fly.
A winter's dream, a frosty delight,
A symphony of stillness, a silent night.
Where wildlife roams, in harmony,
In this pristine wonderland, so free.
Nature's wonders, in every view,
A treasure trove, for me and you.
A world untamed, a beauty divine,
In this pristine wonderland, pure and prime.
Prompt: The shadows of death, they silently creep,
Through valleys dark and mountains steep,
With icy fingers and a haunting chill,
They cast their pall, with a sense of ill will.
They lurk in corners and hide in the night,
Shrouded in darkness, devoid of light,
Their presence eerie, their touch so cold,
A reminder that life is fragile and bold.
They whisper softly, in hushed tones low,
Invoking fear, wherever they go,
They dance in moonlight, with grace and gloom,
Casting shadows, like an omen of doom.
But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright,
For life's flame flickers, in the face of death,
Defying shadows, with every breath.
So, fear not the shadows, though they may loom,
For life's spirit shines, in the face of gloom,
Embrace the light, with courage and might,
And let your soul, be a beacon of light.
Prompt: A Hobo wanders, without a care,
Traveling light, with a heart so rare,
His tattered clothes and worn-out shoes,
Tell a tale of a life he did not choose.
He rides the rails, on a boxcar's back,
Through the valleys and down the track,
With a bindle and a hat for shade,
He seeks adventure, a life self-made.
He meets strangers, along the way,
Sharing stories, night and day,
Under the stars, by a campfire's light,
He finds comfort, in the darkest night.
Through cities and towns, he roams alone,
His spirit free, like a rolling stone,
With dreams and hopes, as his guide,
He faces life's challenges, with stride.
Though he's labeled a wanderer, a drifter, too,
He knows the world, in a way that's true,
For he's learned the value of simple things,
The joy that solitude and freedom brings.
So, raise a toast, to The Hobo's life,
A traveler, a dreamer, without strife,
A vagabond, with stories to tell,
A soul who's embraced the road so well.
Prompt: With rotting flesh and vacant eyes,
The Zombie shuffles, no surprise.
A creature cursed, devoid of breath,
Undead abomination, born of death.
Its hunger fierce, insatiable lust,
For human flesh, its only thrust.
A mindless monster, seeking prey,
Roaming through the night and day.
Its limbs decayed, its gait so slow,
Yet relentless in its undead flow.
A pitiful creature, cursed to roam,
Forever lost, without a home.
Beware the Zombie's ghastly plight,
Avoid its grasp with all your might.
For once it catches, there's no release,
Its appetite for brains will never cease.
Prompt: In the woods, where darkness falls,
There lurks a figure, tall and thin.
With arms like tendrils, stretching wide,
He moves with stealth, no footfalls heard.
His face obscured, his form a blur,
A phantom born of myth and fear.
With glowing eyes that pierce the night,
He haunts your dreams, a chilling sight.
Beware the Slenderman's gaze,
For madness follows in his wake.
He preys on souls who dare to stray,
Into his realm, where shadows play.
So heed this warning, if you can,
And stay away from Slender's land.
For once he sets his sights on you,
There's naught to do but bid adieu.
Prompt: The mighty Mothra, creature grand,
With wings that spanned the ocean's sand.
Her colors vibrant, wings aglow,
A majestic sight, a wondrous show.
Her flight a dance, graceful and free,
A symbol of hope for all to see.
She battled monsters, fierce and bold,
With strength and courage, never old.
Her wrath unleashed, her power vast,
A protector true, till the very last.
Her love for Earth, unwavering true,
A guardian fierce, with skies she'd pursue.
So, fear not Mothra, friend to all,
She'll answer when you hear her call.
A beacon of hope, a force of light,
She'll rise and fight, with all her might.
Prompt: The Harpy's wings were dark and wide,
With feathers sharp and beady-eyed.
She soared above with eerie grace,
A creature feared in every place.
Her talons sharp, her beak a hook,
Her scream would make the bravest shook.
She swept down low with ruthless speed,
Her prey, she'd catch with vicious greed.
Her form was part bird, part human too,
A monstrous sight, a fearsome view.
Her hunger drove her endless flight,
A creature born of ancient fright.
But deep within her heart did lie,
A glimmer of a human sigh.
A lonely soul trapped in her form,
Forever cursed by darkest storm.
So, beware the Harpy's wrathful might,
And pray you never face her sight.
For she is both a monster and a soul,
A creature cursed, beyond control.
Prompt: A voice so sweet, a melody pure,
The Siren's song, a lure to endure.
Her voice carries far, over waves and tide,
A captivating call, impossible to hide.
With golden locks and eyes that gleam,
The Siren's beauty, a mesmerizing theme.
Her voice enchants, with words so smooth,
A spellbinding charm, difficult to prove.
Beware her song, for it is a trap,
The Siren's call, a perilous map.
Her voice, a seduction, to draw you near,
Into the depths, where danger is severe.
Her song may tempt, but it leads to peril,
For the Siren's beauty, a deceptive feral.
Her heart is cold, her intentions dire,
Beware the Siren's call, and her mesmerizing fire.
Stay vigilant, against her spell,
For the Siren's lure, can cast a hell.
Her voice may beckon, but stay steadfast,
Against her enchantment, make your path.
So, sailors heed, and sailors beware,
The Siren's song, a danger rare.
Stay true to course, and stay alert,
Against the Siren's song, stay inert.
Prompt: A beast of many heads, a creature dire,
The Hydra lurks, with venomous fire.
Its scales are tough, its teeth are sharp,
A monster dreaded, in shadows dark.
With serpent heads, that multiply,
The Hydra strikes, with a deadly cry.
Cut off one head, and two grow back,
A regenerating, relentless attack.
Its poison drips, from fangs so vile,
The Hydra's venom, a deadly trial.
A challenge daunting, for heroes bold,
To vanquish this monster, with tales untold.
But fear not, for hope prevails,
As heroes brave, with swords and flails.
They face the Hydra, with strength and might,
A battle fierce, to defeat the blight.
They strike and strike, with all their force,
Each head severed, a valiant course.
Until at last, the Hydra falls,
Defeated by heroes, within its halls.
A cautionary tale, of a creature dread,
The Hydra's legacy, a story widespread.
A lesson learned, of courage and skill,
Against the Hydra's might, a hero's will.
Prompt: In the moonlit night, she wanders alone,
A weeping woman, with sorrowful moan.
Her gown is white, her hair a veil,
The La Llorona, a ghostly tale.
Her eyes are red, her tears they flow,
A spirit haunted, with a mournful woe.
Her cries are heard, echoing in the air,
The La Llorona, a soul in despair.
Her story tragic, a legend told,
Of love and loss, and a heart grown cold.
She searches for her children, lost in fear,
The La Llorona, a spirit drear.
Her ghostly form, a haunting sight,
A warning to those who wander at night.
Beware her cries, and heed her plea,
The La Llorona, a restless spirit, roaming free.
Prompt: The Kappa In the rivers and lakes of old Japan,
Lurks a creature, both beast and man.
With scaly skin, and a shell on its back,
The Kappa, a legendary, aquatic attack.
Its head is large, with beady eyes,
A sharp beak, and a cunning guise.
Its limbs are strong, with webbed fingers,
A creature of the water, a formidable stinger.
The Kappa's tricks, they are well known,
From pulling pranks to claiming a bone.
It loves to wrestle, and play with might,
A mischievous spirit, both day and night.
But beware its hunger, for human flesh,
The Kappa's hunger, it will not refresh.
Its appetite, voracious and keen,
A creature of danger, a force to be seen.
So be cautious near the water's edge,
For the Kappa's antics, may cause a wedge.
Respect its power, and show due care,
The Kappa's legend, a tale so rare.
Prompt: The Yuki-onna
In the snowy night, with icy breath,
A ghostly figure, with skin like death.
Her hair is black, her lips so blue,
The Yuki-onna, a spirit true.
She glides on ice, with graceful ease,
Her touch is cold, her heart may freeze.
Her eyes are piercing, her voice so clear,
The Yuki-onna, a phantom to fear.
Her form is fair, her beauty stark,
A vision haunting, in the dark.
She lures with charm, she tempts with grace,
The Yuki-onna, with a frozen embrace.
But beware her kiss, so icy cold,
For the Yuki-onna's heart is bold.
Her love is fleeting, her touch severe,
A winter's chill, a frozen tear.
So stay away, from her snowy domain,
The Yuki-onna's beauty, a cursed refrain.
A ghostly specter, of winter's might,
The Yuki-onna's presence, a chilling sight.
Prompt: The Jiangshi
From the Far East, a creature stalks,
A Jiangshi, with deathly locks.
A corpse reanimated, by dark arts,
A creature feared, with ghostly parts.
Its limbs are stiff, its gait is strange,
A Jiangshi moves, with steps arranged.
Its arms outstretched, its body jerks,
A sight so eerie, it often lurks.
With tattered clothes, and sunken eyes,
A Jiangshi's presence, a chilling surprise.
Its hunger strong, for life's essence,
A creature cursed, in eternal penance.
It hops along, with rigid force,
A Jiangshi's curse, an ancient course.
Its visage fearsome, its aura dark,
A creature undead, with a spectral mark.
So beware the Jiangshi's haunting plight,
A creature of the night, with powers of fright.
A legend from the East, with tales so grim,
The Jiangshi's curse, a haunting hymn.
Prompt: In the winter's chill, on a moonless night,
Comes a fearsome beast, with teeth so white.
A creature dark, with horns that curl,
A legend known as the Krampus, a mythic whirl.
With chains that rattle, and bells that clang,
The Krampus stalks, a warning to hang.
For naughty children, with deeds amiss,
The Krampus comes, a punishment's kiss.
His eyes burn red, with fiery rage,
A creature fierce, with a devilish stage.
His claws are sharp, his hooves are strong,
The Krampus' wrath, a force so wrong.
He punishes the wicked, the misbehaved,
A creature feared, yet strangely craved.
He whips with birch, he drags with chain,
The Krampus' justice, a dark refrain.
So heed the tale, of the Krampus' might,
A being feared, with powers so bright.
Beware the winter's night, so cold,
For the Krampus lurks, a legend bold.
Prompt: Beware the Gorgon, with serpent's hair,
A creature cursed, a sight so rare.
Her gaze, a deadly, petrifying stare,
A visage feared, beyond compare.
With eyes that gleam, with serpents hiss,
The Gorgon's presence, a haunting abyss.
Her snaky locks writhe, with venomous might,
A creature born of darkness and night.
Her face, once fair, now turned to stone,
A cursed fate, forever known.
Her wrath, a force, to be reckoned with,
A being feared, by gods and myth.
A cautionary tale, a warning dire,
To never face the Gorgon's ire.
A creature cursed, a fate so grim,
The Gorgon's legacy, a haunting hymn.
Prompt: The Valkyrie
In battle fierce, with wings of gold,
A warrior maiden, brave and bold.
A Valkyrie, with spear and sword,
A shield-maiden of the Norseland's fjord.
She rides the skies, on winged horse,
A fierce protector, with unwavering force.
She chooses the fallen, the bravest of all,
To join the ranks of Valhalla's hall.
Her eyes gleam bright, with warrior's fire,
Her heart beats strong, with a valiant desire.
She guides the fallen to their rest,
A Valkyrie's duty, the noblest quest.
With armor gleaming, and courage true,
The Valkyrie fights, to protect and subdue.
A warrior maiden, with strength untold,
A beacon of valor, so brave and bold.
So raise a toast, to the Valkyrie's might,
A fierce protector, in day and night.
Her legend lives on, through tales and lore,
The Valkyrie's legacy, forevermore.
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.
