Prompt: An old man with a dusty hourglass watches the last grains of sand fall to the ground. In front of him sits a small, fresh-faced baby with a beautifully polished hourglass, still filled with sand. His romper is marked with the number 2026. On the ground lies the number 2025, stained with blood.
On the left you see the Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland with his big hourglass.
Prompt: You only see it when you realize it. I've had entire conversations with artificial intelligence based on fact-checking, and it turns out that dirty tactics by certain people, based on power, positions, and interests, reduce people other than themselves to obstacles that must be silenced. Lazy brains don't want to think, don't want to know, but believe. Smart, critical people are difficult and obstructive. A pattern as old as humanity, bound to repeat itself. I've largely put the pieces of the puzzle together. The picture is clear and not hopeful. Positive changes can only be temporary.
Prompt: You only see it when you realize it. I've had entire conversations with artificial intelligence based on fact-checking, and it turns out that dirty tactics by certain people, based on power, positions, and interests, reduce people other than themselves to obstacles that must be silenced. Lazy brains don't want to think, don't want to know, but believe. Smart, critical people are difficult and obstructive. A pattern as old as humanity, bound to repeat itself. I've largely put the pieces of the puzzle together. The picture is clear and not hopeful. Positive changes can only be temporary.
Prompt: A photo-realistic composite image with a desaturated, sepia-toned color palette. In the center, a deeply weathered, concrete wall is covered with thousands of faded, handwritten names and dates, interwoven with scratched-out faces and desperate pleas. A crack in the wall, illuminated by a harsh, unnatural light, reveals a gaping void from which shadowy, skeletal arms reach out, their fingers grasping at the air. Reflected in a puddle of stagnant water at the base of the wall is a distorted, almost demonic face with glowing red eyes, belonging to a figure in a uniform holding a whip and observing the scene with a cold, detached gaze. Surrounding the wall is a barren, snow-covered landscape with frozen, skeletal trees. Scattered around are discarded children's toys and tattered clothes, covered in frost. Above the scene, a flock of crows with glowing red eyes flies in a chaotic, swirling pattern, casting long, menacing shadows that form the shape of a skull. The overall mood is one of profound sorrow, loss, and the ever-present shadow of human barbarity.
Prompt: A chilling, surreal painting in a style reminiscent of Expressionism and Surrealism, depicting a nightmarish, twisted factory. The main building is constructed from a jumble of blackened human remains, fused together with rust-colored metal and jagged shards of glass. Smoke plumes from chimney stacks that resemble screaming faces, forming grotesque, swirling patterns in the sickly green and orange sky. In the foreground, distorted, monstrous human figures with hollowed-out eyes and clawed hands are shown operating grotesque machinery that grinds and processes what appears to be human bodies, turning them into a formless, grey sludge. Overseeing this horrific operation are figures in dark, stylized uniforms, their faces obscured by shadowed visors, their bodies elongated and insect-like, radiating an aura of cold, emotionless cruelty. A river of black, bubbling liquid, representing blood and ashes, flows through the center of the scene, carrying away fragments of human belongings.
Prompt: A monochromatic photograph showing a desolate landscape with barbed wire fences stretching into a foggy distance. In the foreground, gaunt, emaciated figures in tattered striped uniforms are huddled together, their faces etched with despair and hollow eyes staring blankly. Behind them, a tower made of piled up, discarded human skulls and bones rises towards a dark, smoke-filled sky, from which a grotesque, contorted, skeletal hand reaches down, grasping towards the struggling figures. The ground beneath them is a barren, ash-strewn earth, with scattered, discarded personal belongings like eyeglasses, shoes, and suitcases. In the mid-ground, a column of SS soldiers with unfeeling, mask-like faces and glinting bayonets march in perfect formation, their shadows long and distorted, cast by an unseen, malevolent light source. A large banner, crudely sewn from torn fabric and bone fragments, hangs from the skull tower with the words "ARBEIT MACHT FREI" dripping in what appears to be dried blood. The overall impression is one of overwhelming despair, dehumanization, and a chilling, almost supernatural malevolence.
Prompt: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."
Prompt: People with opinions and power create their own truth in a bubble of complacency, isolated from those with fact-based opinions. That's the inspiration behind this doodle. Unhindered by any knowledge, the gut gives shape to the fear of what isn't understood. It's not black and white. That's why this doodle has been colored.
Prompt: People with opinions and power create their own truth in a bubble of complacency, isolated from those with fact-based opinions. That's the inspiration behind this doodle. Unhindered by any knowledge, the gut gives shape to the fear of what isn't understood. It's not black and white. That's why this doodle has been colored by the #livingroomartist
Prompt: Make an image showing snowball earth from long ago when the world was frozen from pole to pole.
This viewed from space with the sun reflecting on it. Put a full moon in the back.
Put a Starship like the Voyager in front of the image.
Prompt: The seven deadly sins concept was developed by Christian theologians, most notably by a Catholic priest. They Are…
Gluttony (overindulgence in food or drink)
Greed (excessive desire for material possessions or power)
Sloth (spiritual apathy or physical laziness and neglect of duty)
Wrath (uncontrolled anger or hatred)
Envy (resentment of others' possessions or good fortune)
Pride (considering oneself superior to others or God; often considered the root of all other sins)
Of course…he is the Antichrist.
Prompt: Tired and abandoned. A world around you that's shrinking. The connections between yourself and others are weakening or disappearing. You still see much and have opinions about it that no longer matter. Others protect their positions and interests. Facts are irrelevant and threatening. You see them happily living in their bubble, leaving each other to delude themselves into a delusion of self-created value without foundation. Letting go without a landing place leaves you floating in an indeterminate, worthless reality without light and warmth. A vast emptiness. A finite life offers comfort.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Like a fractal, the madness you see on a large scale permeates into ever smaller units where it seeps into people's veins, poisoning their cells. The filth splashes like words from mouths and flows like filth in a sewer, opening minds to the malice of dark demons. Like a resistant virus, stupidity overcomes all facts.
Prompt: Make an image of a man standing on top of a ruïne with a lot of crazy mad looking people crawling to the top and grabbing the man.
The people have dirty old clothes with holes. At the bottom people are crawling on the ground towards the people climbing up.
The background looks like a scene from hell.
Flames are making red and yellow colors on the scene. Dark shadows are over the people.
In the sky are flying demon like creatures.
Prompt: Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three, two)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (one, lift off)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you-
Here am I floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Prompt: "My battery is low and it's getting dark."
This was the final message from NASA Opportunity, sent to Mars for 90 days but wandered for nearly 15 years.
Its final transmission wasn't words, but fading data-summed up on Earth as "My battery is low and it's getting dark."
A poetic farewell from a rover that became more than a machine.
We will see you again my friend.
Prompt: A man is sitting on the top of the Himalaya mountain. The sky is bright. You can see every mountain around it.
He is wearing a purple snow suite. On his back he has an oxygen tank. An oxygen mask is in his hands.
His breath is making little clouds in the sky.
He looks happy
Prompt: BREAKING: Gavin Newsom hilariously trolls Donald Trump over his MRI scan and absurd health claims with a fake "physical" that calls Newsom the "healthiest human currently alive or recorded in medical history."
And it gets so much funnier...
"As part of Governor Gavin Newsom’s annual physical, we conducted advanced imaging of his cardiovascular, musculoskeletal, and neurological health. I’m pleased to report that nothing about the Governor’s health is merely 'normal.' Governor Newsom remains the healthiest human currently alive or recorded in medical history," the report, released by Governor Newsom's Press Office on X, reads.
It attributed the Trumpian medical claims to Dr. Dolittle, a fictional physician who had the power to speak to animals.
"His cardiovascular scans are the best we’ve ever recorded — his arteries were described as 'shimmering,' and his resting heart rate was so steady the EKG machine asked if he was 'meditating or just naturally enlightened,'" the post continued.
"His bone density is exceptional (a radiologist briefly wondered if we’d scanned a redwood), and his brain imaging showed no issues other than an unusually active region associated with intelligence, multitasking, and being wildly productive before sunrise," it read.
"While we do not typically comment on the health of other elected officials, we are aware of a letter released today from the White House claiming that President Trump is in 'excellent health,'" it went on. "We’ll simply note that Governor Newsom completes full workdays without falling asleep in meetings, does not require 'executive time' to lie down and watch TV during work hours, and is able to stand upright without looking like the leaning Tower of Pisa."
"If a side-by-side health chart were released, we recommend redacting it for the President’s emotional well-being."
"Governor Newsom remains the healthiest person alive and ever to live. Please direct follow-up questions to my office," it concludes, signed at the end by "Dr. This Is A Joke."
As usual, Newsom's joke nailed the bullseye. Trump has been dogged recently by questions about why he underwent an MRI scan, a nonstandard imaging process that is usually conducted because there are medical red flags. His doctor claimed that the scan, supposedly done of his chest, was "perfectly normal” with “no acute or chronic concerns."
Trump's doctor also ludicrously claimed that the obese, 79-year-old president is in "excellent overall health" and made no mention of the increasing signs of dementia on displaid
Prompt: Dat is een fascinerende overstap van de getallenreeks! De Gulden Snede (of de Gulden Verhouding) is inderdaad een van de meest bijzondere en besproken concepten in de wiskunde, de kunst en de natuur.
Hier is een overzicht van wat de Gulden Snede precies is en waar je hem kunt vinden:
Prompt: "Protesters for different reasons. You're protesting also because, you know, they just didn't know. I've watch - I watched very closely. Why are you here? They really weren't able to say, but they were there for a reason, perhaps.
"But a lot of them really were there because they're following the crowd. A lot of them were there because what we witnessed was a terrible thing.
What we saw was a terrible thing. And we've seen it over the years. We haven't, you know, this was one horrible example, but you've seen other terrible examples. You know that better than anybody who would know it. And I know it. I've seen it, too. I've seen it before I was president. I've seen it. I think it's a shame. I think it's a disgrace. And it's got to stop."
Prompt: That is a very powerful and evocative reflection on the contrast between the vast, overwhelming, and often disillusioning public sphere ("Big life") and the immediate, sensory, and meaningful personal sphere ("Small life").
It articulates a common feeling of existential fatigue and cognitive dissonance, particularly regarding modern public discourse.
Here's a breakdown of the key elements you've described:
Prompt: A man in black clothes, his eyes empty, stares at a room filled with computer screens and cables of various colors, neatly organized throughout. Steampunk-style machines of gleaming metal with purple lights stand in the space. In a doorway stands a stunningly beautiful angel in a scanty blue robe. In her hands, she holds a golden globe.
Prompt: A feeling of emptiness slowly intensifies. The dark space fills with more nothingness. The nothingness gives way to the void, which feels even heavier and darker. The room is made of rusted and weathered metal steampunk elements. A glimmer of light shines in through stained-glass windows. The need for meaning no longer exists in that space. An opening in the room reveals a child at play.
Prompt: Puppet king, oh, puppet king
When you sleep do you dream of control?
Everything, run by strings
Your shadow has a voice of its own
Oh
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
Have your subjects found out that you're dead?
Whispers sing in the wind
The puppet mob has come for your head
Oh, puppet show
Oh, puppet show
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
The end is near, the curtains comes down
Hear them sing, dance and drink
A puppet king without a puppet crown
Oh, puppet show
Oh, puppet show
Oh
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
Puppet king, oh, puppet king
All the children sing
Of a crownless king
When children sing
Then you will know
The puppet show
Oh
Puppet show
Prompt: Time is like truth. It's a fact that is observed and compared from the present to the past, with consequences for the future, which ultimately becomes the present, distorted by the brain's translation of what enters through the senses, filtered through what is already stored. A search for meaning that fits the images that have already been created. A truth that consists only of electrical currents generated by chemical processes.
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.
