Prompt: Golden sunflowers standing tall,
In fields of green, they grace us all.
Their faces follow the sun's path,
And bask in light until its last.
And as the day begins to wane,
The sun descends, a fiery reign.
A burst of colors in the sky,
As orange, pink and gold collide.
The sunflowers now bow their heads,
As the sky turns to dusky reds.
The sunset's beauty fills our soul,
A peaceful end, a perfect goal.
So let us cherish sunflowers and sunsets,
And all the beauty that nature begets.
For in these moments, we find peace,
And all our worries and troubles cease.
Prompt: Imagination's wings take flight,
Beyond the bounds of day or night.
To places unknown, unexplored,
Where dreams and magic are adored.
With every beat, a world unfolds,
A story waiting to be told.
A journey to a distant shore,
Or to the depths of an ancient lore.
Imagination soars on high,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Unfettered by the laws of man,
It charts a course, a novel plan.
So spread your wings, and take to flight,
Let your imagination shine bright.
For in this world of endless scope,
Anything is possible with hope.
Prompt: Twilight's hush descends,
A palette of hues blends,
A fleeting moment suspends,
Nature's magic transcends.
Birds chirp their last refrain,
As the sun sets again,
The moon's glow to sustain,
Nighttime's beauty to maintain.
Stars twinkle in the sky,
Like diamonds up high,
The world begins to lie,
In a peaceful lullaby.
The magic of twilight,
A wondrous, mystical sight,
A time of peace and respite,
Before the darkness of the night.
Prompt: With dawn's soft light,
A new day takes flight,
Opportunities abound,
Let positivity surround.
Leave worries behind,
Embrace a peaceful mind,
Let gratitude lead the way,
And make the most of today.
With each step we take,
A new path we'll make,
Let hope guide our sight,
And fill our hearts with delight.
For a new day has come,
And with it, a chance to become,
The best version of ourselves,
And let our dreams take flight like doves.
Prompt: Release the weight upon your shoulders,
Let it slip away,
Embrace the freedom of letting go,
And breathe a sigh of grace.
The past cannot be changed,
Tomorrow is not yet here,
Live in the present moment,
And let your heart draw near.
Forgive yourself and others,
For mistakes that have been made,
Embrace the joy of new beginnings,
And let the past slowly fade.
The freedom of letting go,
Is a gift that you can give,
To yourself and those around you,
And in it, truly live.
Prompt: Grandfather's old drafting table,
Stands proud and tall,
A relic of a bygone era,
Memories it does recall.
With wooden legs and weathered top,
It served him through the years,
Designs and plans were born on it,
Erased with care and tears.
A piece of history in the room,
A reminder of his craft,
It speaks of skill and dedication,
Of dreams that he made last.
Grandfather's old drafting table,
A symbol of his art,
A legacy that still lives on,
In every beating heart.
Prompt: Amber leaves crunch underfoot,
Apples hang heavy on twisted branches,
Pumpkins glow in the fields,
Cinnamon spice fills the air.
Nature's bounty on full display,
A harvest feast for all to enjoy,
Flavors rich and warm,
Autumn's delights to savor.
Prompt: Rhythmic beat of urban streets,
Horns and sirens blaring meets,
Voices rising, people greet,
The sound of the city, never discreet.
Neon lights and bustling crowds,
Footsteps pounding, voices loud,
Music spilling from bars and shrouds,
The sound of the city, an endless soundcloud.
Engines roaring, trains on track,
Fountains trickling, water attacks,
Wind rustling leaves, a natural knack,
The sound of the city, a symphony intact.
Prompt: Beneath the cloak of starry skies,
In the arms of night, my spirit flies.
The world asleep, in peaceful rest,
As I wander through the darkness blessed.
The moon above, a silver light,
Guiding me through the silent night.
My heart beats slow, my mind is clear,
As I let go of all my fear.
In the arms of night, I find my peace,
All worries and troubles, they all cease.
The stillness soothes my weary soul,
As I find myself becoming whole.
The world awakens with the morning light,
And in the arms of night, I bid goodnight.
For in that moment, I found my way,
And now I'm ready for a brand new day.
Prompt: A parrot perched atop a tree,
Singing a song so wild and free.
With feathers bright and colors bold,
Its melody enchanted young and old.
Trilling notes in a tune so sweet,
The parrot's song was hard to beat.
Echoes of nature joined the song,
As the parrot sang all day long.
Its voice rang out across the land,
A symphony of a tropical band.
The parrot sang with all its might,
A melody that brought delight.
The sun set low, the stars shone bright,
And still the parrot sang with all its might.
Its song echoed through the night,
A lullaby that was just right.
Prompt: Through stormy seas,
And raging fire,
My faith endures,
It never tires.
In darkest nights,
And deepest woes,
My faith endures,
And stronger grows.
It's not in things,
Or earthly gain,
My faith endures,
It will remain.
For in my heart,
I hold the truth,
My faith endures,
Eternal youth.
Prompt: Glimmering lights,
Chips stacked high,
Dealers dealing,
Cards in the sky.
Roulette spinning,
Slot machines whir,
Luck is fleeting,
But thrill's the lure.
Bets are made,
Fortunes rise and fall,
At casino nights,
It's a risk for all.
Prompt: In fields of green and golden hue,
Wildflowers sweetly bloom.
Their petals soft as morning dew,
Their fragrance fills the room.
The bees, they dance from bloom to bloom,
Collecting nectar fair.
Their busy hum, a sweet perfume,
Filling the summer air.
A fleeting beauty, wild and free,
A moment to behold.
A treasure for the eye to see,
And memories to unfold.
So let us cherish nature's grace,
And all its wonders rare.
For in this world, a sacred space,
Wildflowers everywhere.
Prompt: Amidst the fields and rolling hills,
A story lies untold.
Of love and loss, of joys and thrills,
A tale forever bold.
The lonesome bard with harp in hand,
Strums out a haunting tune.
Of heroes brave and noble stand,
Beneath the silvery moon.
The maiden fair with golden hair,
Longs for her lover's return.
Her heart, it aches with deepest care,
For his embrace she yearns.
But fate, it has a cruel design,
And tears them far apart.
Their love, a flame that once did shine,
Now withers in the heart.
Yet still the ballad echoes on,
Through ages yet to be.
A testament to love long gone,
And all its mystery.
Prompt: Once held strong, now starts to fade,
The ethics that we once obeyed.
A gradual erosion, subtle and slow,
A path we never intended to go.
At first, a compromise here and there,
A little lie, a touch of despair.
But with each step, we lose our way,
And soon our morals begin to sway.
The consequences we choose to ignore,
As we justify our actions more and more.
Till one day we wake up to find,
The erosion has left us blind.
We must stand firm, hold our ground,
And let our ethics always surround.
For without them, we are lost indeed,
In a world of chaos and moral misdeed.
Prompt: The open sea, vast and blue,
Stretches out before my view.
No soul in sight, no sound to hear,
Just me, alone, with naught to fear.
The waves they rise, the waves they fall,
A rhythm that repeats for all.
But still, I feel a sense of peace,
As if this moment will never cease.
The solitude, it's not forlorn,
But rather a chance to be reborn.
To reflect, to dream, to just be me,
In the endless expanse of the sea.
Prompt: The hourglass, old and grim,
Sand a tale of time and sin.
Ghosts dance, haunting the moments,
Whispers and moans, eerie components.
Sands slip away, specters play,
Beckon and call, time ticks away.
Short time, but strong power,
Lingering, haunting, hour after hour.
Beware the haunted hourglass,
Ghosts amass, memories surpass.
Time's up, they'll be gone,
But their memory lingers on.
Prompt: The taste of Mexico is spicy and bold,
A burst of flavors that never gets old,
From salsa and guac to tacos and more,
Each bite brings a fiesta to your core.
The tang of lime, the heat of chiles,
The sizzle of meat on the grill for miles,
The aroma of cumin and coriander,
All combine in a feast to remember.
And let's not forget the sweet delights,
Like churros and flan that just excite,
The senses and taste buds, oh what a treat,
The flavors of Mexico can't be beat.
So take a bite and savor the taste,
Of Mexico's culinary masterpiece,
A symphony of spices, colors, and smells,
A true gastronomic wonder that compels.
Prompt: The air is thick with a murky haze,
The sun obscured in a dreary daze,
Buildings and trees, all shrouded in gray,
A smoggy day that dampens our play.
Coughs and sneezes, our throats are sore,
We long for fresh air, to breathe once more,
But for now, we're stuck in this misty gloom,
Till the winds blow and clear the room.
In the meantime, we'll wait and bear,
This smoggy day that fills the air,
And hope for a brighter, clearer sky,
When the haze will lift and pass us by.
Prompt: The kayak glides on the tranquil water,
Silent and smooth, like a graceful daughter,
Paddling gently, with every stroke,
The world around us, a serene cloak.
The ripples spread out, in a gentle flow,
As we glide along, with nowhere to go,
The stillness of the water, a calming sight,
Reflecting the blue of the sky, in its light.
The breeze is gentle, the air is clear,
And all around us, nature's sounds we hear,
The chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves,
A symphony of peace, that never leaves.
The kayak moves on, in a steady pace,
In this moment of calm, we find our place,
To breathe and relax, and let go of stress,
And simply enjoy, this moment of bliss.
Prompt: The lonely windmill stands tall and still,
On a hilltop, overlooking the fields until,
The wind begins to pick up and blow,
And the blades spin, to and fro.
It creaks and groans, in the gusty breeze,
As if yearning for company, longing to seize,
The attention of anyone passing by,
To share its solitude, and hear its sigh.
For days and nights, it keeps on turning,
A silent sentinel, never stopping or yearning,
Watching over the land, day and night,
In its lonely vigil, without a single light.
Yet, even in its isolation, it perseveres,
A testament to strength, through the years,
A symbol of resilience, for all to see,
The lonely windmill, standing proudly.
Prompt: Enigma's Edge, a mystery so deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows creep,
Whispers echo in the silent night,
Mystical forces, beyond our sight.
Enigma's Edge, a place of wonder,
Where time stands still and dreams thunder,
Whispers of magic, in the wind they flow,
A place where reality meets the unknown.
Enigma's Edge, a puzzle to solve,
With hidden clues and mysteries to evolve,
A place where the mind can truly soar,
And imagination can explore.
Enigma's Edge, a journey to take,
Where the boundaries of reality break,
Come, step into this enigmatic land,
And discover the secrets, that truly expand.
Prompt: The fading hope, once bright and clear,
Now dims and fades, as doubt draws near.
The flame that burned, with steady light,
Now flickers weakly, in the night.
The road ahead, once straight and true,
Now twists and turns, with no clear view.
The dreams we had, seem out of reach,
As fading hope, gives way to breach.
But still, we must hold on and fight,
To keep the flame, burning bright.
For though it may seem, all hope is gone,
A new dawn may rise, with each new morn.
So do not give up, or lose your way,
For even in darkness, there is still day.
And with each step, we can still strive,
To keep the fading hope, alive.
Prompt: The tangled roots run deep and wide,
Beneath the earth, they do reside.
A network of life, both strong and true,
Connecting the old, to the new.
Through the soil, they seek out light,
Growing stronger, with all their might.
Drawing nutrients, from deep below,
And giving life, to all they know.
But sometimes, they can grow too much,
And cause problems, with their touch.
Tangling and knotting, with no end in sight,
Blocking out the sun, and choking the light.
Yet even then, there is still hope,
For these tangled roots, can help us cope.
A reminder of our interconnectedness,
And the beauty of life's intricate vastness.
We can honor, these tangled roots,
For they are the foundation, of all our pursuits.
And with care and patience, we can find,
A way to grow, with them entwined.
Prompt: The lost dreams, where do they go?
Do they fade away, or simply lay low?
Do they wander, lost and forlorn,
Or do they wait for a new dawn?
Do they disappear, without a trace,
Or do they linger, in some other place?
Do they find a home, in someone's heart,
Or do they fall apart, torn apart?
The lost dreams, they haunt the mind,
A reminder of what we've left behind.
The missed opportunities, the chances lost,
The paths not taken, at what great cost.
But still, there's hope, in the darkest night,
That the lost dreams may yet take flight.
That they may be found, and brought to life,
And bring us joy, amidst the strife.
So hold on tight, to your lost dreams,
For they may not be as lost as they seem.
Keep them close, and don't let go,
For they may yet lead you, to where you want to go.
Prompt: In the darkness, shadows creep,
The world around me fast asleep.
The moon is gone, the stars are dim,
And all around is endless night's grim.
No sound, no light, no life to see,
Just darkness, as far as can be.
A world of shadows, lost in space,
A never-ending, endless race.
But even in this endless night,
A glimmer of hope, a spark of light.
A single star shines bright and clear,
A symbol of hope, dispelling fear.
And though the night seems never-ending,
The dawn will come, a new day pending.
So in the darkness, hold on tight,
For soon enough, will come the light.
Prompt: The sun's embrace, so warm and bright,
Fills the world with golden light.
Its rays reach out, and touch each face,
Bringing joy to every place.
The warmth it gives, a gentle kiss,
Makes the world feel pure bliss.
Its light so pure, it clears the way,
For all our dreams to see the day.
The sun's embrace, a gift so fine,
It brings us hope, it makes us shine.
It lifts us up, and holds us tight,
And fills our hearts with endless light.
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.
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.
