Prompt: The quiet of the desert, so vast and still,
The sands that stretch out, beyond the hill,
The sun that beats down, with scorching heat,
A world of solitude, so calm and sweet.
No noise, no chatter, no bustling crowds,
Just the sound of silence, that echoes loud,
The wind that whispers, through the dunes,
A peacefulness, that almost blooms.
The stars that twinkle, in the night sky,
A dazzling display, that catches the eye,
The moon that shines, with a gentle glow,
A beauty that only the desert knows.
And in the midst of all this serenity,
We find a sense of pure divinity,
A oneness with nature, that sets us free,
A quietness that speaks, so reverently.
For in the quiet of the desert, we find,
A stillness that calms, the restless mind,
A beauty that soothes, the troubled soul,
A world of peace, that makes us whole.
Prompt: The dreams we chase with all our might,
The visions that keep us up at night,
The passions that drive us to be,
The best version of ourselves we see.
We strive to reach that distant star,
To break free from who we are,
To soar above the mundane life,
And shine as bright as the sun's light.
The road ahead may be long and hard,
But we won't give up, we'll play our card,
We'll keep on climbing, keep on trying,
For the dreams we chase are worth the crying.
And though we stumble, and we fall,
We'll rise again, and give it our all,
For the dreams we chase are what define,
The purpose of our fleeting time.
So let us hold on to our dreams,
And never give up, no matter how extreme,
For the dreams we chase are the fire within,
And with them, we can conquer any sin.
Prompt: The emptiness within our hearts,
A desolation that tears us apart,
The loneliness that grips us tight,
A bleakness that haunts us day and night.
The world around us may seem bright,
But we're lost in the darkness, without light,
A feeling of loss that we can't shake,
A sense of hopelessness that makes us ache.
We search for solace, for a ray of hope,
But the desolation seems too much to cope,
We long for love, for a caring touch,
But the desolation feels too much.
Yet in the midst of all the despair,
We find the strength to keep on, to bear,
For though the desolation may never fade,
We'll hold on tight, and not be swayed.
And though the road ahead may be steep,
We'll climb the hill, and the summit reach,
For the desolation we feel may never heal,
But our spirits will soar, and our hearts will feel.
Prompt: On the deck, the salty breeze,
The creaking of the ropes and trees,
The waves that crash and foam and spray,
A sailor's life, day after day.
From port to port, we roam the seas,
With only the stars above to guide and lead,
Our trusty vessel, our home at sea,
A sailor's life, wild and free.
The storms may come, the winds may howl,
But we are steadfast, we never bow,
We ride the waves, we brave the gale,
A sailor's life, we never fail.
And when our time at sea is done,
We'll look back at all the battles won,
For a sailor's life is one of pride,
And we'll cherish it till the day we die.
Prompt: In the darkness of life's trials,
We may feel lost in endless miles,
But even in the deepest gloom,
There's always hope beyond the room.
Though shadows loom and doubts prevail,
The light at the end of the tunnel won't fail,
It shines with grace, a guiding star,
To lead us through from near or far.
Though the path ahead may seem unclear,
And obstacles may cause us fear,
We press on with determined might,
For the light at the end is within our sight.
And as we journey through the night,
The light grows brighter, a radiant sight,
With every step, we move ahead,
Towards the light, we've always led.
So take heart, and don't despair,
The light at the end is always there,
A beacon of hope, a guiding force,
Leading us through life's winding course.
Prompt: In the fields of endless rows,
The vineyard basks in sun's warm glow,
Its fruits so ripe, so plump and sweet,
A delicacy meant to meet.
The grape, so humble on the vine,
Transforms with time, with patience fine,
Its flavor complex, a subtle blend,
Of tart and sweet, a taste to send.
From vine to barrel, the grapes transform,
The winemaker's skill a perfect storm,
Aged to perfection, the flavors bloom,
Aged to taste, in crystal room.
With each pour, the glass a swirl,
The flavors dance, the senses twirl,
Aromas rise, a fruity blend,
The flavors of the vine, a cherished friend.
So raise a glass, a toast to thee,
To the flavors of the vine so free,
A gift of nature, a taste divine,
A vintage of life, a cherished wine.
Prompt: Amidst the mountains and the hills,
A river flows with grace and skills,
Its song a melody to behold,
A story of adventures untold.
It starts with a trickle, a gentle sound,
A newborn stream just off the ground,
But as it journeys on its way,
Its voice grows stronger every day.
Through valleys deep and canyons wide,
The river flows, a constant guide,
And as it travels to the sea,
Its song echoes through eternity.
With each passing bend and curve,
The river's song does ebb and swerve,
A symphony of life and love,
A gift from the heavens above.
So listen closely to its tune,
As it sings beneath the moon,
The song of the river, pure and true,
A melody that will carry you.
Prompt: A solitary bird takes flight,
In search of warmth on chilly night,
Its wings beat strong against the breeze,
As it soars above the barren trees.
Alone it flies, no flock in sight,
A lonely journey through the night,
Yet still it sings a sweet refrain,
Hoping company it may attain.
Through mist and fog, it perseveres,
A longing heart, it silently bears,
But still it flies with all its might,
A lonely bird in endless flight.
Prompt: My heart ablaze with fervent fire,
Desire consuming my every desire,
Inflamed with passion, I cannot deny,
My burning love, I cannot defy.
The flames of ardor, they do ignite,
My soul consumed, a blazing sight,
My heart aflame, a raging pyre,
A burning passion, my one desire.
Prompt: Forever is a promise, a vow that we make
To stand by each other, through every mistake
To love and to cherish, through joy and through sorrow
To hold on tight, today and tomorrow
Forever is a journey, a road we travel
Through highs and lows, we must unravel
The mysteries of life, the twists and turns
With love as our guide, our hearts will learn
Forever is a dream, a hope we share
Of a future bright, with love and care
Of a life full of laughter, and memories made
Of a love that grows, and will never fade
Forever is a commitment, a bond that we form
To weather the storms, and to keep each other warm
To be each other's rock, when the world gets rough
To always be there, through smooth and tough
Forever is a promise, that we make with love
Prompt: A heavenly flavor on my tongue,
Sweetness from afar it must have sprung,
Divine essence in every bite,
A taste so pure, it feels just right.
The aroma lingers in the air,
A hint of paradise that I can't compare,
It's like a slice of heaven's gate,
A blissful moment I cannot wait.
My senses come alive with joy,
As I savor this delicious ploy,
A taste of heaven in every sense,
An experience that's so immense.
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.
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.
