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.
Prompt: On a sunny day, without a care,
I put on shades that were quite rare,
With lenses dark and frames so cool,
They made me feel like such a fool.
For they were cheap sunglasses, oh so clear,
Bought for a bargain, nothing to fear,
But as I strolled along the street,
I soon felt heat beneath my feet.
The plastic frames began to melt,
And the lenses fogged, it was my fault I felt,
For my cheap sunglasses were no match,
For the scorching sun's intense dispatch.
I stumbled and tripped, my vision impaired,
As people stared and people stared,
With shades askew, a lopsided look,
I felt like I was in a comedy book.
So take my advice, don't be swayed,
By cheap sunglasses on display,
Invest in quality, protect your sight,
And enjoy the sunshine with clear delight!
Prompt: Majestic Clydesdales, proud and strong,
With feathered hooves that thump along,
Manes flowing, tails held high,
A sight to behold, beneath the sky.
Massive horses, with muscles grand,
Pulling wagons, across the land,
Their powerful frames, a noble sight,
Guided by skilled hands, both day and night.
With grace and poise, they move as one,
A timeless symbol, beneath the sun,
A tribute to labor, strength, and might,
The Clydesdales, a majestic sight.
Prompt: In the kitchen, sizzling hot,
A culinary twist, a daring plot,
An appetizer, bold and new,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a tasty cue.
Boiled to perfection, creamy and smooth,
With a touch of mayo, a flavor groove,
Seasoned just right, with spices bold,
A devilish treat, a story to be told.
Coated in batter, crispy and light,
Dipped in oil, a mouthwatering sight,
Fried to golden, with a satisfying crunch,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a tempting hunch.
Served with flair, on a platter grand,
A culinary creation, simply grand,
A delightful twist, on a classic dish,
Deep fried deviled eggs, a flavorful wish.
Prompt: Out on the West Coast, where the sun sets low,
A salty breeze, and waves that glow,
There's a bluesy rhythm, in the air,
A soulful vibe, beyond compare.
Guitars wail, with a moody tone,
As singers croon, in a melancholy zone,
Tales of heartbreak, love gone wrong,
The West Coast Blues, a heartfelt song.
Drums keep time, with a steady beat,
Bass lines thump, with a pulsing heat,
Horns add flavor, to the groove,
As the West Coast Blues, begin to move.
It's a musical journey, with soulful notes,
From the golden beaches, to the foggy coasts,
A sound that resonates, with emotion deep,
The West Coast Blues, a treasure to keep.
Prompt: Larry the Cable Guy, a comedic king,
With his catchphrases, he'll make you sing,
"Git-R-Done!" he'll proudly shout,
Bringing laughter, without a doubt.
With his trucker hat and sleeveless shirts,
He'll crack you up with his down-home quirks,
Blue-collar humor, full of fun,
A comedic act that's second to none.
From stand-up stages to TV shows,
Larry's humor always flows,
He'll keep you laughing, mile after mile,
With his wit and charm, and that classic smile.
So grab a snack, sit back and grin,
As Larry the Cable Guy, reels you in,
He'll make you laugh 'til your sides are sore,
A comedic legend, forevermore.
Prompt: Tumbleweeds roll, across the plain,
Like nature's tumble and wild refrain,
They travel far, with no fixed course,
A symbol of freedom, an untamed force.
They dance and twirl, in the dusty air,
A desert ballet, beyond compare,
They roam the land, with whimsical grace,
Leaving trails of mystery in their trace.
They're nature's nomads, untethered and free,
A wandering wonder, for all to see,
A symbol of resilience, in arid lands,
Tumbleweeds, a symbol that forever stands.
Prompt: On Daffodil Hill, a sight so bright,
Golden blooms catch the morning light,
They dance and sway in gentle breeze,
A chorus of yellows that truly please.
Their petals flutter, a cheerful hue,
Announcing spring, anew and true,
A burst of sunshine on the ground,
A treasure in nature's canvas, so profound.
As winter fades, and days grow long,
Daffodil Hill bursts into song,
A carpet of joy, a floral thrill,
Nature's masterpiece on Daffodil Hill.
Prompt: Looking out my back door, a scene so serene,
Nature's canvas painted with colors so green.
Leaves dancing in the breeze, a gentle sway,
Birds chirping merrily, a blissful display.
A world of wonder, just beyond my sight,
A haven of beauty, a source of delight.
A symphony of life, in nature's grand show,
Looking out my back door, a sight to behold.
A sanctuary of peace, a quiet retreat,
Where worries fade, and stress finds defeat.
A glimpse of heaven, a moment of grace,
As I gaze outside, a smile on my face.
Nature's marvels, a gift to cherish,
A reminder of the wonders that never perish.
Looking out my back door, I am in awe,
Grateful for the beauty, without a flaw.
Prompt: The land once proud, now shrouded in gloom,
A nation torn apart, its people consumed.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of conflict, strife, and a nation's wail.
Rich in history, with culture so grand,
Her beauty and grace known throughout the land.
But greed and power brought forth the storm,
Leaving scars, a nation forlorn.
From Kiev's streets to Donetsk's plains,
The echoes of war, like haunting refrains.
Families torn apart, lives forever changed,
Innocent blood spilled, a nation estranged.
Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
Amidst the darkness, a will to fight.
For freedom and peace, they strive anew,
To heal the wounds, and start anew.
The Doom of Ukraine, a tragic tale,
Of resilience, courage, and a nation's sail.
May brighter days come, and peace be found,
In the hearts of Ukrainians, forever profound.
Prompt: In the yard stands a jolly lawn jockey,
His presence whimsical, a bit rocky.
With painted face and uniform bright,
He welcomes guests both day and night.
A stoic sentinel of days gone by,
With a history that makes some sigh.
A symbol of an era long past,
Yet he stands strong, steadfast and fast.
His pose is proud, his stance is firm,
A figure of charm and unique term.
A silent guardian, watchful and keen,
A treasure of the lawn, a sight unseen.
Though controversies may sometimes arise,
His enduring presence still draws the eyes.
A nod to history, a touch of grace,
A lawn jockey's charm, a timeless embrace.
Prompt: In the attic, tucked away,
A treasure from another day.
A lunchbox, old and worn,
Bearing memories, weathered and torn.
It once belonged to my dear sis,
A childhood keepsake, hard to miss.
With dents and scratches, a story to tell,
Of peanut butter sandwiches, and snacks so swell.
I remember her skipping to school,
With that lunchbox, so cool.
Her favorite cartoon characters adorned the lid,
A cherished possession, her lunchtime bid.
Inside, it held her little treats,
Delights that couldn't be beat.
A note from mom, with love and care,
And a juice box, a lunchtime fare.
Through the years, it served her well,
A trusty companion, a lunchtime spell.
But now it rests, in the attic's keep,
A reminder of memories, cherished and deep.
Though it's old and worn, it still shines bright,
With nostalgia's warm and golden light.
My sister's old lunchbox, a precious find,
A relic of the past, a memory kind.
Prompt: On the first day of Kindergarten, so bright and new,
A little one ventured, with heart all askew.
With backpack and lunchbox, and shoes neatly tied,
They stepped into a world, so vast and wide.
Excitement and nerves, all bundled in one,
As they waved goodbye to mom or dad, when all was done.
New friends to meet, and games to play,
Learning their ABCs, day by day.
The teacher greeted with a warm hello,
Making them feel safe, with a gentle glow.
Colors and shapes, and numbers to learn,
As the little one's curiosity did burn.
They painted and sang, and read stories aloud,
Joined in playground fun, with a joyful crowd.
Made towers of blocks, and built with clay,
The first day of Kindergarten, a grand display.
And as the day came to an end,
The little one felt a newfound friend.
With a smile on their face, they headed back home,
Eager for tomorrow, wherever they may roam.
For the first day of Kindergarten, a memory so dear,
A stepping stone to a future, full of cheer.
A world of discovery, so vast and bright,
The start of a journey, a beacon of light.
Prompt: On a busy street corner, a man did stand,
With a sign in his hand, a humble demand.
"Will buy food," it read, in scrawled ink,
His eyes downcast, as he tried not to think.
He once had a job, a family too,
But life dealt him blows, and his luck was askew.
Now homeless and hungry, he pleaded for aid,
With a sign in his hand, a heart heavy with trade.
Passersby hurried, some stopped to stare,
But most just ignored him, with a distant air.
His stomach rumbled, as he held his sign tight,
Hoping for kindness, in the cold city's light.
Then one day, a stranger drew near,
With a warm smile and compassion sincere.
He handed him food, and listened with care,
To the man's story, so heavy to bear.
Moved by his plight, the stranger did more,
He offered him help, a chance to restore.
With a job and a home, the man found his way,
No longer needing, the Will Buy Food sign's display.
Grateful and changed, he paid it forward,
Helping others in need, as he had been spurred.
And the sign he once held, a symbol of his past,
Now a reminder of the kindness that forever will last.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: The brave officer, with valor and might,
A hero in uniform, standing upright,
With courage in their heart, and duty as their guide,
They protect and serve with unwavering pride.
Through perilous streets and dark alleys deep,
They uphold the law, their watch they keep,
With a stern resolve and a steady hand,
The brave officer, a defender of the land.
In the face of danger, they stand tall,
Facing adversity with unwavering gall,
They safeguard the innocent, uphold the right,
The brave officer, a beacon of light.
Through trials and challenges, they press on,
With compassion and courage that never is gone,
They serve their community with honor and grace,
The brave officer, a hero in every place.
So let us salute, with reverence and respect,
The brave officer, whose bravery we reflect,
For their unwavering service, day and night,
The brave officer, a beacon of might.
Prompt: A pecan piece of pie, so sweet and fine,
A delectable treat, a taste divine,
With buttery crust and filling so rich,
A delight for the senses, a flavorful hitch.
Each bite a symphony of textures and taste,
A perfect blend, a culinary embrace,
The crunch of pecans, the smoothness of cream,
A pecan piece of pie, a dessert dream.
A dollop of whipped cream on top,
Enhances the flavor, a sugary swap,
A symphony of sweetness on the tongue,
A pecan piece of pie, a melody unsung.
So let us savor this pie so grand,
A scrumptious dessert, made by hand,
A slice of heaven, a culinary delight,
A pecan piece of pie, a pure gastronomic height.
Prompt: Granddad's old dentures, weathered and worn,
A treasured relic, a memory born,
A symbol of wisdom, laughter, and care,
A reminder of moments we used to share.
They sat in a glass by his bedside,
A testament to a smile so wide,
With stories and jokes that made us grin,
Granddad's old dentures, a precious kin.
Though chipped and stained, they held a tale,
Of a life well-lived, a colorful trail,
They brought joy to faces, young and old,
Granddad's old dentures, worth their weight in gold.
They may be just teeth, but oh, so much more,
A legacy of love that we adore,
A reminder of a granddad so dear,
Whose memory lives on, crystal clear.
So let us treasure these dentures old,
A cherished keepsake, a story untold,
For they hold a special place in our hearts,
Granddad's old dentures, a treasure that imparts.
Prompt: In a Jamaican tiki hut,
Lies a paradise, so sweet and glut,
With palm-fringed roofs and bamboo walls,
A haven where relaxation calls.
With reggae beats and sandy floor,
A tropical retreat, you'll adore,
Where rum flows freely in coconut cups,
Jammin' in the sun, no time for hiccups.
The scent of jerk chicken fills the air,
As friends gather, a joyous affair,
Under thatched roofs, they dance and sway,
In the Jamaican tiki hut all day.
With colorful lanterns and twinkling lights,
The party goes on through starry nights,
With laughter, music, and island cheer,
Jammin' in the tiki hut, oh dear!
So raise a glass and toast the fun,
In the Jamaican tiki hut, under the sun,
A slice of paradise, a carefree scene,
Where worries fade, and good times glean.
Prompt: In the garden, among the herbs,
Lurks a plant that often perturbs,
With leaves so sharp and flavor strong,
Bitter erbs, they do belong.
Though some may find their taste too tart,
They add depth to soups and impart,
A savory note to sauces bold,
Bitter erbs, a treasure to behold.
With their bitterness, they impart,
A complexity, a work of art,
A culinary journey, rich and deep,
Bitter erbs, a flavor to keep.
So savor them with skillful care,
Their unique taste, beyond compare,
For in their bitterness lies a charm,
Bitter erbs, a culinary alarm.
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.
