Prompt: Opinions, opinions, opinions! You're bombarded with them in all sorts of media. From nicely analyzed by the brain to the word-like diarrhea of angry, disappointed, know-it-all, sick people. Amidst all this diarrhea, nothing smells or looks pleasant anymore. The opinion sewer is commercialized because people like to be tickled in their guts and think they can eventually find true happiness in a manipulated and polarized world. Egged on by those who produce the most beautiful diarrhea, they allow themselves to be lured into a trap and used by the true profiteers of the opinion chaos in this world. They control their puppets with invisible strings. Who are they? Not the ones who suffer the disadvantages, but the ones who profit from them.
Prompt: Opinions, opinions, opinions! You're bombarded with them in all sorts of media. From nicely analyzed by the brain to the word-like diarrhea of angry, disappointed, know-it-all, sick people. Amidst all this diarrhea, nothing smells or looks pleasant anymore. The opinion sewer is commercialized because people like to be tickled in their guts and think they can eventually find true happiness in a manipulated and polarized world. Egged on by those who produce the most beautiful diarrhea, they allow themselves to be lured into a trap and used by the true profiteers of the opinion chaos in this world. They control their puppets with invisible strings. Who are they? Not the ones who suffer the disadvantages, but the ones who profit from them.
Prompt: An old soldier is sitting dirty in s muddy trench. His face is rimpled and unshaven. Above him in the sky you see the shining of fires. In his hands he has an old M16. On the bottom of the trench sits a rat with militaire outfit on a bible.
Prompt: If life evolved as a universal principle, this indicates that aliens have undergone a similar development, meaning that they have evolved as the species best able to adapt to circumstances. Life is focused on survival and reproduction. Otherwise, this life would no longer exist. Furthermore, you also need to consume food to survive and reproduce. This is at the expense of other beings, and perhaps even your own species. Curiosity leads us to space travel. Explorations in the past have destroyed entire civilizations. What will aliens do if they discover us?
Prompt: A man in a bubble is surrounded by colourful bubbles of glass with little female elfs inside is floating in the sky.
His hands and feet are touching the borders of the bubbles The man is also shining with a bright red aura making the bubbles light up in a fantastic way. Happiness is coming sparkling out of the image.
Golden Snowflakes are floating in a blue light.
Prompt: A man surrounded by colourful bubbels of glass with little female elfs inside is floating in the sky.
The man is also shining with a bright aura making the bubbles light up in a fantastic way.
Happiness is coming sparkling out of the image.
Prompt: All these aired opinions, spoken and written, change little in the polarized bubbles of dissenters. Within their own bubble, everyone enjoys the confirmation of their verbal rightness. Trolls try to break into the other bubbles. Not to be right, but to provoke others and, from behind their keyboards through their screens, to enjoy unproven comments about someone who has been seduced into the created darkness. This is based on the idea that the pen is mightier than the sword that has been forged into a plow. Colliding bubbles that do not merge but instead lead to greater distance.
Prompt: The past it wanders through today
And stories, images, emotions stay
Time no longer moves ahead
What once was certain, left unsaid
'Cause everything has been shaken up, you see
A world inside a snow globe set free
The flakes descend in slow design
A new, unknown future now is mine
The present moves you through the night
Toward a future veiled from light
You search for points of fading gleam
A memory, or a waking dream
'Cause everything has been shaken up, you see
A world inside a snow globe set free
The flakes descend in slow design
A new, unknown future now is mine
Like stars that slowly come to glow
You see the everything you used to know
Some things as tangible, held so tight
Some memories you cherish in the night
Oh, the flakes descend in slow design
A new, unknown future now is mine
My future now is mine
Prompt: The past wanders through the present. Stories, images, evoked emotions fill the space. Time no longer moves forward. What was once certain is no more. Everything has been shaken up like snowflakes in a snow globe with a world in glass. Slowly, the flakes descend to land in a new, unknown pattern yet to be explored. The present moves with you toward a future shrouded in darkness as you search for points of light. Like stars slowly brightening, you see everything that was and will be before you. Some as something tangible, some as memories you must continue to cherish.
Prompt: Make an old man looking like a Terminator damaged by attacks so you can see the metal skeleton and one red eye.
In his hands he is carrying a shotgun.
Prompt: People of all kind of color, races, gender and culture are standing hand in hand in a circle where in there children are sitting on the ground and are playing.
Protected by the grown ups.
Outside the circle you see soldiers and business man in blue suits and red ties.
On the background you see polluting industry with behind the industry a mushroom cloud of an atomic explosion
Prompt: A big turtle with on his back a happy little child is walking at a beach. In the sea you see a whale watching the turtle on the beach.
A sun is going down spreading a red glow on the waves of the sea
Prompt: Create all kind of dictators in army uniforms and one in a blue suite with a red tie embracing there own nuclear rocket in there arms and watching angry to each other.
At there feet you see sitting children with toys wearing gas mask and yellow protecting suites The sky in the background is filled with dark clouds. In one of the clouds you can see vagely a god like figure being worried
Prompt: Create all kind of dictators embracing a nuclear rocket and watching angry to each other
At there feet you see sitting children with toys wearing gas mask and yellow protecting suites
The sky in the background is filled with dark clouds.
Prompt: Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn't exist, and there's only an absence of love.
Prompt: I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice,
I wanna be elected,
I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce,
I wanna be elected,
Kids want a savior, don't need a fake,
I wanna be elected,
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make,
I wanna be elected, elected, elected.
Good evening Mr & Mrs America and all ships at sea,
The candidate is taking the country by storm.
I never lied to you, I've always been cool,
I wanna be elected,
I gotta get the vote, and I told you 'bout school,
I wanna be elected, elected, elected,
Hallelujah, I wanna be selected,
Everyone in the United States of America.
We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm,
We're gonna be elected,
You and me together, young and strong,
We're gonna be elected, elected, elected,
Respected, selected, call collected,
I wanna be elected, elected.
"And if I am elected
I promise the formation of a new party
A third party, the Wild Party!
I know we have problems,
We got problems right here in Central City,
We have problems on the North, South, East and West,
New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago,
Everybody has problems,
And personally, I don't care."
Prompt: "I'M GOING TO MAYBE -AND I'M LOOKING AT IT VERY SERIOUSLY - WE'RE DOING SOME OTHER THINGS THAT YOU PROBABLY NOTICED LIKE SOME OF THE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS THAT WE'RE DOING NOW. BUT WE'RE LOOKING AT IT VERY SERIOUSLY, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DO THAT."
Prompt: Wij leven in een bezeten wereld. En wij weten het. Het zou voor niemand onverwacht komen, als de waanzin eensklaps uitbrak in een razernij, waaruit deze arme Europeesche menschheid achterbleef in verstomping en ver-dwazing, de motoren nog draaiende en de vlaggen nog wapperende, maar de geest ge-weken.
Prompt: Design a artificial intelligent police robot with weapons, camera's, search lights and two extra arms for arrest purposes.
Put the robot in an old alley, with garbage, graffiti, rats and people hidding behind containers.
On his suit the word ICE is visual.
Prompt: From a high vantage point in space, aliens are rolling dice. Below them, a war scene unfolds, with bombs, explosions, fire, smoke, and casualties. On a shelf behind the aliens are small nuclear missiles.
They are looking down in excitement
Prompt: From a high vantage point, aliens are rolling dice. Below them, a war scene unfolds, with bombs, explosions, fire, smoke, and casualties. On a shelf behind the aliens are small nuclear missiles.
Prompt: An old man sits in an old armchair. A faint glow surrounds him, with luminous particles slowly rising. He sits in a room with a cobwebbed, broken-pane window to his right. On the wall behind him hang yellowed black-and-white photos of family members. On the left, an old door stands open. In the opening stands the reaper, his scythe staring at the man.
Prompt: An old man sits in an old armchair. A faint glow surrounds him, with luminous particles slowly rising. He sits in a room with a cobwebbed, broken-pane window to his right. On the wall behind him hang yellowed black-and-white photos of family members. On the left, an old door stands open. In the opening stands the reaper, his scythe staring at the man.
Prompt: The corpses of a death elephant is lying on the ground. You can see between the torn skin the bones of the elephant with brown stains surrounded with rotten flesh.
Around the elephant dead trees are reaching in a red sky with white striped clouds.
Above the red sky you see it turn blue and that it is filled with white stars.
Prompt: The corpses of a death elephant is lying on the ground. You can see the bones of the elephant with brown stains surrounded with rotten flesh.
Around the elephant dead trees are reaching in a red sky with white striped clouds.
Above it the sky turn blue and is filled with white stars.
Prompt: The corpses of a death elephant is on the ground. You can see the bones of the elephant with brown stains surrounded with rotten flesh.
Around the elephant dead trees are reaching in a red sky with white striped clouds.
Above it the sky turn blue and is filled with white stars.
Prompt: On an old Brick Road is a stuffed old rat with holes in his body with cotton coming out of the holes.
The brich road has dark pools in which frogs are watching the rat just with there eyes above the muddy water.
Around the pool you see red mushrooms with white dots. On it are little happy children.
A bright moon gives reflections on the water in the pool.
Prompt: The Perpetual Twilight of Aethelburg
In the perpetually somber city of Aethelburg, where the sky hangs like a perpetually bruised canvas and rain is not merely weather but a constant, weeping presence, Elias has loved Elara for as long as he can remember. Their childhood was a blur of shared whispers in crumbling alleyways and hushed dreams under the eaves of decaying gothic architecture, but as they grew, so too did the unspoken chasm between them.
Aethelburg itself mirrors their stagnant affection. Once a vibrant mercantile hub, it now slowly drowns in its own melancholy, its grand squares empty save for the sheen of constant puddles, its ornate buildings shedding their grandeur like tears. The gas lamps cast faint, wavering halos against the perpetual twilight, illuminating only the immediate, never the distant hope.
Elara, with her quiet grace and eyes that hold the same muted grey as the city's skies, remains oblivious, or perhaps willfully ignorant, of Elias's devotion. He has tried, in his own diffident way, to bridge the gap – a carefully pressed wildflower left on her doorstep, a half-written poem tucked into a book he knew she'd read, a lingering touch that went unnoticed. Each attempt is swallowed by the city's oppressive dampness, much like his feelings are consumed by her gentle, unseeing smile.
As the years turn, marked only by the shifting intensity of the rain, Elias finds himself a silent fixture in her life, a shadow in Aethelburg's unending dusk. He watches her from afar, a specter of unspoken desire. His love is a whispered prayer against the roar of the downpour, a fragile ember in a city that has forgotten the sun. The question isn't whether she will ever reciprocate, but whether his love, like Aethelburg itself, is destined to fade into a gentle, watery oblivion, forever unanswered, forever clinging to the hope of a dawn that may never break.
Prompt: Mechanical watches fascinate me because of the small parts that together divide time into equal parts. Yet, time is an experience. When it's enjoyable, time seems to fly by. When it's boring, it is as if time has stopped.
Today I read an article that suggested it's not time that moves, but we, through time. We move through the world that we shape and color through our senses. We go from A to B and beyond. Modern technology has shortened time, or the world has become smaller, as some say.
In Star Trek, they have a transporter that takes you from A to B in a flash. Does distance or (travel) time no longer exist then?
When I'm drawing and listening to music, I feel very present in the moment, as if time doesn't exist. When I write, the same thing happens. Yet, over time, something has changed. I have a drawing, I have a story.
This drawing by the huiskamerartiest reminds me of a watch and of time. At the same time, the thought comes up about our journey through space and time and what it means when you are, in fact, trapped in a biological vehicle that ultimately travels through that time and space, and you yourself also become a story when the physical body can no longer travel further and you only exist in the memories of the people still alive.
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.
