Prompt: Deep in the heart of Alabama's land,
Roams the White Thang, a legend so grand.
A creature of mystery, ghostly and white,
With eyes that gleam in the moon's pale light.
Its form elusive, a phantom in the night,
Leaving locals curious, with a sense of fright.
Some say it's a beast, half-man, half-beast,
A creature of the wild, a fearsome feast.
But others believe, it's more than meets the eye,
A spirit of nature, that can't be denied.
A protector of the woods, a guardian true,
A mystical being, with powers anew.
The White Thang's tale, passed down with lore,
A legend that echoes from days of yore.
Whispers in the forest, a rustle in the trees,
As the White Thang roams, on silent breeze.
So if you wander in Alabama's wild,
Keep your eyes open, like a curious child.
For the White Thang may appear, in the moon's soft glow,
A legend that continues to ebb and flow.
Prompt: In a deep and murky lake so wide,
Lives Champy, a legendary hide.
A creature of lore, a monster of might,
With eyes that gleam in the moon's soft light.
Some say it's serpent-like, a fearsome sight,
With scales that shimmer, catching the light.
Its long neck stretches, searching for prey,
Lurking in darkness, biding its way.
With a splash and a roar, Champy appears,
Thrashing and splashing, igniting fears.
But Champy's heart is kind, its nature pure,
A gentle giant, that's for sure.
Children laugh and play by the shore,
Knowing Champy won't harm them anymore.
For Champy's legend now renowned,
A friendly creature, loved all around.
So if you're near Champy's lake one day,
Listen closely, you just might say,
The whispers of a legend that's alive,
A mythical being that continues to thrive.
Prompt: The Night Nurse, a beacon of care,
In the darkness of night, always there.
With gentle hands and a comforting smile,
Bringing solace, mile after mile.
In the quiet hours, when all is still,
The Night Nurse tends, with unwavering skill.
Attending to patients, with a heart so kind,
A guiding light, for those in bind.
With watchful eyes and a soothing touch,
The Night Nurse tends, with love so much.
A healer in the night, a comforting guide,
A source of comfort, that cannot hide.
With tireless dedication, and a calming voice,
The Night Nurse tends, without any noise.
A guardian of health, in the shadows deep,
A beacon of hope, for those who weep.
So, rest assured, when night is dark,
The Night Nurse shines, a compassionate spark.
Bringing care and comfort, through the night,
A healthcare hero, with a heart so bright.
Prompt: A Poltergeist, a haunting fright,
A ghostly presence in the night.
With objects moving on their own,
A paranormal mystery to be known.
Doors slamming shut, and windows rattle,
Furniture moving, like a ghostly battle.
Lights flickering, and strange noises abound,
A Poltergeist, an eerie phenomenon, profound.
A mischievous spirit, causing fear,
Playing tricks, that are unclear.
A presence unseen, yet strongly felt,
A Poltergeist, a haunting mystery to be dealt.
But what lies beneath, the ghostly show,
A restless soul, seeking to bestow.
A story untold, a message to convey,
A Poltergeist, a spirit in disarray.
With compassion and understanding sought,
The Poltergeist's story can be brought.
Peace can be found, with empathy and light,
A resolution reached, to set things right.
Prompt: The Praying Monk, serene and still,
A symbol of faith, with a peaceful will.
With hands clasped, in reverent prayer,
A divine connection, beyond compare.
In robes of saffron, and a humble mien,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual scene.
In quiet contemplation, deep and pure,
A beacon of wisdom, that will endure.
With closed eyes, and a bowed head,
The Praying Monk, in silence, is led.
To a realm of divine grace and light,
A sanctuary of peace, day and night.
A symbol of devotion, and inner calm,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual balm.
A guide to the soul, a beacon of hope,
A timeless figure, on a spiritual slope.
Prompt: The Bobble Head, a quirky sight to see,
A little figure, nodding happily.
With a wobbly head, and a constant grin,
A tiny toy, that brings a playful spin.
On car dashboards, or office desks,
The Bobble Head, never seems to rest.
Bouncing and bobbing, with every move,
A source of joy, that's hard to prove.
With a spring-loaded neck, and a bouncing head,
The Bobble Head, a nodding thread.
A symbol of fun, a tiny delight,
Bringing smiles, morning, noon, and night.
So, shake it up, and watch it dance,
The Bobble Head, a playful trance.
A nodding companion, a joyful treasure,
Bringing happiness, without measure.
Prompt: Clint Eastwood, a legend of the screen,
A rugged cowboy, tough and mean.
With squinted eyes and a stoic face,
A man of few words, but full of grace.
A gun-slinging hero, with nerves of steel,
A silent force, with an iron will.
Facing danger with a steely gaze,
A legendary figure, in Western days.
From "Dirty Harry" to "The Man with No Name",
Clint Eastwood, a Hollywood flame.
Directing, producing, acting with might,
A multi-talented force, a beacon of light.
An icon of cinema, a timeless star,
With a career spanning, near and far.
A legend in his own right, a true icon,
Clint Eastwood, a living legend, second to none.
Prompt: A deep-sea diver, brave and bold,
Exploring mysteries, untold and untold.
Descending into the ocean's deep,
A world so alien, secrets to keep.
With oxygen tanks and a steady grip,
Exploring the abyss, on a daring trip.
Venturing into the unknown below,
Where strange creatures lurk, and currents flow.
A world of darkness, a realm of wonder,
A deep-sea diver, an explorer's thunder.
In the depths, where light is scarce,
A diver's courage, ready to parse.
With fins and mask, and a heart so brave,
A deep-sea diver, beneath the waves.
Unfazed by darkness, undeterred by fear,
Exploring the unknown, with vision clear.
So, into the deep, a diver descends,
A journey of discovery, that never ends.
With passion and skill, and a love so true,
A deep-sea diver, a hero anew.
Prompt: A Shetland pony, small and stout,
With a shaggy coat, and a playful snout.
A gentle creature, with eyes so bright,
A pint-sized equine, a pure delight.
With a flowing mane, and a bushy tail,
A tiny steed, that can't help but prevail.
A spunky spirit, and a heart so bold,
A Shetland pony, worth their weight in gold.
They may be small in stature, but not in heart,
A loyal companion, right from the start.
A trusted friend, through thick and thin,
A Shetland pony, a treasure within.
So, whether in the meadows or on the farm,
A Shetland pony, a source of charm.
A beloved companion, so small and sweet,
A tiny equine, that can't be beat.
Prompt: Small puppy paws, so soft and sweet,
Tiny pads that dance with playful feet.
Little wiggling toes, with nails so small,
A precious sight, that captures all.
Exploring the world with curiosity,
Small puppy paws, full of vitality.
Leaving prints of joy, wherever they tread,
A heartwarming sight, where love is spread.
A furry bundle, with paws so small,
Bringing smiles and laughter, to one and all.
Innocent and pure, a gift from above,
Small puppy paws, a symbol of unconditional love.
Prompt: Of a creature elusive, where mystery dwells.
The Skunk Ape, with fur so dark,
A legend whispered, in folklore's spark.
A creature unknown, a legend's lore,
With eyes that gleam, and a pungent odor.
A towering figure, both feared and revered,
Roaming the marshes, its presence feared.
A skunk-like scent, a distinctive trait,
The Skunk Ape, an enigmatic state.
Elusive and shy, it shuns the light,
A mystery creature, that haunts the night.
In the dense wilderness, it's said to roam,
A cryptid legend, far from home.
A myth, a legend, a creature's tale,
The Skunk Ape, a mystery to unveil.
Prompt: Baptized in muddy water, cleansed and free,
A rebirth in nature's own baptistry.
The river's current, a baptismal rite,
Washing away darkness, bringing forth light.
Sins are washed away, in the muddy flow,
A fresh beginning, a brand-new show.
Emerging from the waters, renewed and pure,
A soul reborn, with a faith so sure.
Muddy water, a symbol of life's trials,
A cleansing ritual, that never fails.
A spiritual journey, a sacred rite,
Baptized in muddy water, a soul takes flight.
Prompt: Wyatt Earp, a lawman's name,
A legend born of the Wild West's fame.
A gun-slinging marshal, with nerves of steel,
A true frontier hero, with a heart to heal.
From Dodge City to Tombstone town,
He kept the peace, with a steely frown.
A fearless leader, a force to be reckoned,
A cowboy's hero, never second-guessed.
With a quickdraw hand, and a watchful eye,
Wyatt Earp, a legend that will never die.
A legendary figure, a gunslinger's tale,
A lawman's legacy, that will always prevail.
Prompt: The Siberian Husky, strong and bold,
With a coat of fur, so thick and cold.
A wolf-like beauty, with piercing eyes,
A majestic creature, under arctic skies.
A sled dog, built for the snowy plains,
With speed and stamina, it proudly gains.
A howling heart, a spirit wild,
Running free, like a fearless child.
A loyal companion, with a playful grace,
Thriving in cold, an untamed race.
A gentle nature, yet wild and free,
The Siberian Husky, a marvel to see.
With a thick coat of fur, and a heart so true,
A guardian of the icy blue.
A creature of beauty, strength, and pride,
The Siberian Husky, a true arctic guide.
Prompt: The Farmer's Daughter, fair and bright,
A beauty born of nature's light.
With sun-kissed skin and windswept hair,
She tends the fields with love and care.
Her hands are skilled, her heart is kind,
She tends to crops and tends to mind.
From dawn till dusk, she works the land,
Her nurturing touch, so tender and grand.
With seeds sown and crops grown,
The Farmer's Daughter, a force of her own.
Her harvest bounty, a labor's fruit,
Her farming skills, a treasure to salute.
A steward of the earth, a farmer's child,
Her spirit free, and her heart so wild.
The Farmer's Daughter, a rural belle,
A soul connected to the land she tends so well.
Prompt: The Coal Miner, strong and bold,
A hero of the underground, so I'm told.
In the depths of the earth, with pick and light,
He toils away, from morning to night.
Through dark tunnels, black as night,
With sweat on his brow, he digs with might.
Coal dust fills the air, as he works each day,
Braving the dangers, come what may.
A proud worker, with hands so tough,
Digging for coal, he's had enough.
A provider for his family, a pillar of might,
The Coal Miner, a beacon of light.
With every swing, and every drill,
He fuels the world, with unwavering skill.
A laborer of the underground, a rock so pure,
The Coal Miner, a legend to endure.
Prompt: Coffee black, oh, what a brew,
A morning ritual, so tried and true.
A steaming cup, a deep aroma,
Waking me up, with its java coma.
A sip, a taste, a burst of flavor,
A caffeine kick, I always savor.
Rich and bold, a liquid delight,
Fueling my day, from morning to night.
Whether in a mug or in a to-go cup,
It warms my soul, wakes me right up.
A dark elixir, a morning spark,
Coffee black, my day's first remark.
Prompt: beautiful brunette with long straight hair and bangs in short daisy duke jeans, a sporty cropped t-shirt and white running shoes walking down San Fransisco Street at golden sunset, pinup and Gustav Klimt style mixed, highly detailed and intricate, watercolor and black ink, colorful splashes of watercolor for increased interest
Prompt: An old man gray, with wrinkles deep,
His joints creaked, as he climbed with a creep,
Into a tub, filled with bubbles white,
A moment of solace, his pure delight.
He soaked in warmth, with a blissful sigh,
As worries washed away, floating by,
His tired bones, now eased and soothed,
In the tub, a haven he truly proved.
With wrinkled toes, and fingers pruned,
He hummed a tune, so softly crooned,
His mind wandered, to days of yore,
Of youthful vigor, and dreams galore.
But in the tub, he found respite,
A simple pleasure, bringing light,
A moment of peace, in a busy day,
As water embraced him, in a gentle way.
So the old man smiled, with eyes aglow,
In his tub, a treasure trove, you know,
For age is just a number, after all,
And in the tub, he found his joyful call.
Prompt: Old hippie woman rides bike in cosmos, A old gray and purple haired woman wearing a paisley dress with rainbow-colored smoke coming from her hair rides on a bicycle on the milky way.
Prompt: In reverence and awe, we bow our heads,
To worship God in sacred threads.
With grateful hearts and spirits pure,
We seek His grace, forever sure.
In prayer and song, we raise our voice,
To honor Him, our highest choice.
With faith and love, we praise His name,
In worship, our souls aflame.
In silence and stillness, we find His peace,
As His presence brings our souls release.
With humbled hearts, we seek His face,
In worship, we find His endless grace.
Through every trial, in every season,
In worship, we find divine reason.
For God is near, and God is true,
In worship, we draw close anew.
So let us worship, with hearts ablaze,
In awe and reverence, all our days.
For God is worthy of our praise,
In worship, we find endless rays.
Prompt: A small creek, a babbling brook,
With gentle currents that twist and crook.
A murmuring melody, a soothing sound,
As it winds its way through mossy ground.
Water trickles, sparkles and gleams,
Reflecting sunlight's golden beams.
A haven for creatures, big and small,
A precious source of life for all.
Sheltering trees, a canopy green,
Embracing the creek with leaves so serene.
A sanctuary for fish and fowl,
A peaceful retreat, a nature's prowl.
The small creek sings its gentle song,
As it meanders, flowing along.
A symbol of nature's gentle grace,
A treasure in this bustling place.
Prompt: A Trojan Horse, a cunning ruse,
A fateful gift, with danger infused.
Deceptive guise, a strategic ploy,
To breach the walls with covert joy.
Concealed within, an army lay,
Hidden from sight, until the day,
When gates swung wide, and horse rolled in,
The trap was set, the battle could begin.
Unsuspecting, they brought it near,
Unaware of the soldiers' sneer.
The walls were breached, the victory won,
All because of the Trojan's con.
A tale of deceit, a legendary lore,
Of a wooden horse that held much more,
A strategic move, a tactical feat,
The Trojan Horse, a deception sweet.
Prompt: A marine sniper, skilled and keen,
A silent force, yet rarely seen.
With rifle poised, a steady hand,
Camouflaged in foreign land.
A master of concealment, unseen,
A ghost in shadows, serene.
Patiently waiting, eyes alert,
For a single shot to do his work.
Meticulous aim, unwavering gaze,
Through crosshairs, targets in a haze.
Precision shot, a lethal strike,
Swift and deadly, in the fight.
A protector, a guardian's role,
A sentinel of the warrior's soul.
Vigilant, resolute, and bold,
A marine sniper, steadfast and bold.
With honor, duty, and unyielding skill,
He defends with aim and iron will.
A silent sentinel, a watchful eye,
A marine sniper, standing high.
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.
