Prompt: As storms rage on with thunder's roar,
And torrents fall, upon us pour,
There lies a calm, a hidden grace,
A serenity in the storm's embrace.
Dark clouds may gather, skies grow gray,
But deep within, a light holds sway,
A tranquil peace, that soothes the soul,
A steadfast anchor, that makes us whole.
Though winds may howl, and waves may crash,
And chaos reign, with fearsome flash,
There's still a calm, that dwells within,
A sanctuary, where peace begins.
For storms will come, and storms will go,
But inner calm, will always glow,
It's not dependent, on outer strife,
But springs eternal, from within our life.
So when life's storms, come raging near,
And troubles mount, and doubts appear,
Remember the serenity, deep inside,
A tranquil haven, where you can hide.
Embrace the storm, with steadfast grace,
And let your soul, find its own space,
To be at peace, amid the fray,
And serenity will guide your way.
For storms will pass, and skies will clear,
And brighter days, will soon draw near,
And you'll emerge, stronger than before,
With serenity in your heart, forevermore.
Prompt: When storms of life are fierce and wild,
And fear and doubt, like waves, compile,
Remember, friend, you're not alone,
For God's with you, His presence shown.
He calls you to step out in faith,
To trust His word, His love embrace,
To leave behind your doubts and fear,
And follow Him, with vision clear.
Though doubts may rise, and winds may blow,
Keep your eyes on Christ, and know,
That by His power, you too can rise,
Above the waves, to reach the skies.
With faith as small as mustard seed,
You'll find the strength you truly need,
To walk on water, in His grace,
And experience His love's embrace.
So don't give up, don't be afraid,
For with God's help, you will be made,
A conqueror, a victor bold,
Walking on water, as you're told.
So take His hand, and trust His way,
He'll lead you through, both night and day,
And you will find, as you press on,
That with His strength, you too can walk on water,
and have your victory won.
Prompt: In a world that's often dark and gray,
There are angels among us every day.
They walk beside us, lend a hand,
Guiding us with a love so grand.
With hearts that overflow with care,
They're always ready to be there.
They lift us up when we are down,
Wiping away tears with a gentle frown.
Their wings may be hidden from our sight,
But their presence fills our lives with light.
They offer comfort, they spread joy,
Bringing hope that nothing can destroy.
They soothe our souls when we're in pain,
Whispering words that heal the strain.
They offer wisdom, they share grace,
Making the world a better place.
They're not just creatures from above,
But ordinary people we call "love."
They're friends, family, and strangers too,
With selfless hearts that always renew.
So let's be angels for others too,
Spreading kindness in all we do.
Let's be the light in someone's day,
An angel among us, come what may.
Prompt: The sad homeless man on the street,
His plight so heartrending, so bittersweet.
He wanders aimlessly with tattered clothes,
His body shivering, his spirit froze.
He once had a home, a family so dear,
But life's cruel blows, he couldn't bear.
Now he sleeps on benches, in the cold,
Hunger gnawing at him, feeling old.
He begs for scraps, a coin or two,
But most pass by, without a clue.
His eyes filled with tears, his heart in pain,
Lost in a world that's harsh and vain.
He dreams of warmth, a roof above,
Of laughter, comfort, and mother's love.
But fate has dealt him a cruel hand,
Leaving him destitute, unable to stand.
He longs for kindness, a helping hand,
A glimmer of hope in a world so bland.
But society looks away, ignores his plight,
Leaving him invisible, hidden from sight.
So he wanders, a ghost of despair,
With no one to listen, no one to care.
His heart heavy with burdens unknown,
Walking a path, he treads alone.
The sad homeless man, with stories to tell,
Of a life once lived, now a living hell.
His voice unheard, his cries ignored,
In a world that's turned its back, so cold and hard.
Prompt: In a house upon the hill,
Stood a window small and still,
Where a little girl would gaze,
Through the glass, lost in a daze.
With eyes as bright as morning sun,
Her innocence, second to none,
She'd watch the world passing by,
With a wistful, curious eye.
She'd see the birds take flight,
And dream of soaring to great height,
She'd watch the flowers bloom,
And wish to chase away the gloom.
Her little heart filled with wonder,
As she pondered, oh so tender,
What lay beyond her little view,
And all the adventures she could pursue.
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.