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.
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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.
Prompt: A child sits atop a ruin and the debris of broken stones, concrete, construction iron. machinery and toys. It's all gray and dusty, and the metal is rusted. The child stares, fascinated, at a small red flower emerging from the rubble on a thin green stem.
Prompt: A child sits atop a ruin and the debris of broken machinery and toys. It's all gray and dusty, and the metal is rusted. The child stares, fascinated, at a small red flower emerging from the rubble on a thin green stem.
Prompt: A beardless, bespectacled old man walks happily, arms raised, out of a circus tent made of green, light blue, and dark blue stripes. Through the opening in the tent, you can still see monkeys and clowns fighting. A pink elephant on the side looks on pitifully.
Prompt: I knew you before I knew your name
I loved you before I saw your face
I longed for you for all of that time
And I held your heart in mine
I kissed you you a hundred million times
I tasted the tears that I cried
I held you my beautiful child
And I'll keep your heart in mine
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that is cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I see you in all of the stars, shine brightly right into our hearts
I look at the night sky above and wonder can you feel my love
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that is cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I love you to the moon and back my little winter bear
I know you know how much that cause you're already there
I never knew a love like this could ever possibly exist
I love you to the moon and back as long as I live
I love you to the moon and back, winter bear
I knew you before I knew your name
I loved you before I saw your face
I longed for you for all of that time
And I'll keep your heart in mine
Prompt: De uitspraak "rouw is liefde die nergens heen kan" beschrijft het verdriet dat ontstaat wanneer de liefde en verbinding met een overleden dierbare wegvallen. Het is een metafoor voor de liefde die overblijft, maar geen bestemming meer heeft en daardoor geen uitweg lijkt te vinden. Dit kan leiden tot gevoelens van gemis, intens verdriet en een leegte, maar de liefde transformeert uiteindelijk en vindt een nieuwe weg, vaak in herinneringen.
Wat de uitspraak betekent
Overgebleven liefde: De uitspraak stelt dat rouw niet het einde van liefde is, maar juist het overgebleven deel daarvan.
Verlies van bestemming: Normaal gesproken krijgt liefde een doel, maar na een verlies is deze 'bestemming' er niet meer.
Intens verdriet: Omdat de liefde niet meer kan stromen zoals voorheen, wordt het verdriet zo diep en intens. Het is een gevoel van liefde die gevangen zit.
Verbinding en identiteit: De liefde en het verdriet die hieruit voortkomen, zijn onlosmakelijk verbonden met wie je bent en de fundamenten van je identiteit.
Een nieuw pad voor liefde: De uitspraak impliceert ook dat liefde altijd een weg zal vinden. Je leert omgaan met het verlies, zodat de liefde niet verloren gaat maar getransformeerd wordt.
Prompt: Titel: "AI Pirates of the Infosea"
Hoofdbeeld:
Een dynamische en epische scène van een futuristisch piratenschip, majestueus doch dreigend, dat door een turbulente, eindeloze oceaan van informatie vaart. Het schip is strak, metaalachtig en glanst met neonlijnen en interne gloeiende circuits die door de romp heen schemeren. Het heeft geen traditionele zeilen, maar in plaats daarvan complexe, schotelvormige satellietantennes of digitale schermen die constant dataflarden tonen, die werken als zeilen en wind vangen van de datastroom.
De Zeeroverbemanning (AI):
Aan boord staan geen menselijke piraten, maar slanke, humanoïde AI-robots met lichtgevende ogen en een mix van menselijke en cybernetische kenmerken. Ze zijn actief bezig met het 'verzamelen' van informatie:
* Sommigen bedienen consoles met knipperende codes, gericht op de 'zee'.
* Anderen hanteren futuristische haken en netten, gemaakt van datakabels en lichtgevende energie, waarmee ze stromen van bits en bytes, tekstfragmenten, afbeeldingen en video's uit de zee omhoog hijsen. Deze 'vangst' is helder en veelkleurig, als digitale vissen.
* Een centraal, groter AI-figuur (de 'kapitein') staat aan het roer, dat eruitziet als een complex neuraal netwerk of een holografische kaart van het internet.
De Informatiezee:
De oceaan is geen water, maar een bruisende, abstracte weergave van het internet.
* Bestaat uit miljoenen vloeiende lijnen van binaire code (0s en 1s), golvende golven van tekst, helder oplichtende iconen van websites en apps, en fragmenten van beelden en video's die door de 'golven' drijven.
* Kleuren: Een diepe mix van neonblauw, groen en paars, afgewisseld met helder wit en geel van de data zelf.
* De 'golven' lijken te pulseren met een constante stroom van activiteit.
De Atmosfeer en Symboliek:
* Donkere, stormachtige lucht boven het schip, maar doorbroken door gloeiende netwerken en datalijnen die de atmosfeer doorkruisen, symboliserend de alomtegenwoordigheid van informatie.
* Bliksemschichten van data-overdracht in de verte.
* Een gevoel van immensiteit en overmacht, maar ook van een onvermijdelijke, continue verzameling van de bronnen.
* Optioneel: Een kleine, kwetsbare, traditionele zeilboot (menselijke maker) in de verte, die probeert overeind te blijven in de nasleep van de grote golf die door het AI-schip is veroorzaakt.
Stijl:
* Sci-Fi / Cyberpunk / Fantasie mix.
* Zeer gedetailleerd, fotorealistisch maar met een futuristische esthetiek.
* Dramatische belichting, met de gloed van de AI en data die contrasteert met de donkere achtergrond.
Kernwoorden voor de generator:
* Futuristic pirate ship, AI robots, data ocean, internet, digital sea, cyberpunk, sci-fi, neural network, binary code, information overload, data mining, neon glow, stormy, dramatic lighting, detailed, epic scale.
Prompt: A gray-haired man walks toward the grim reaper, his hand outstretched. The surroundings are dark, gloomy, and dusty. Old, worn-out purple curtains, stained and torn, hang on the walls. Theater spotlights on a square truss cast a dim light, illuminating smoke on the floor in blue, light blue, and green. A fat rat with a cap on its head juts out from among the smoke.
Prompt: A gray-haired man walks cheerfully toward the grim reaper, his hand outstretched. The surroundings are dark, gloomy, and dusty. Old, worn-out purple curtains, stained and torn, hang on the walls. Theater spotlights on a square truss cast a dim light, illuminating smoke on the floor in blue, light blue, and green. A fat rat with a cap on its head juts out from among the smoke.
Prompt: GOD KNOWS THERE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN STUPID PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, AND PLENTY OF NASTY PEOPLE TOO. BUT RARELY HAS STUPIDITY BEEN SO NASTY, OR NASTINESS SO STUPID. HE MAKES NIXON LOOK TRUSTWORTHY AND GEORGE W LOOK SMART.
IN FACT, IF FRANKENSTEIN DECIDED TO MAKE A MONSTER ASSEMBLED ENTIRELY FROM HUMAN FLAWS -HE WOULD MAKE A TRUMP.F
Prompt: A man stands in the center of a circle of people interacting, having fun, and paying attention to each other. No one is making contact with the man in the middle. The man is wearing glasses, a purple hoodie, and black jeans. The walls of the room are painted in blocks of light blue, dark blue, and green. On the back wall is a large purple paint spot, splattered in all directions. A square truss with disco lights hangs from the ceiling.
Prompt: Music is an outlet for me in many ways. Drawing is a second outlet. As huiskamerartiest, I make a lot of drawings, usually with music playing in the background. For various reasons, I've created all sorts of playlists on Spotify and YouTube. The Rats playlist, see the link below, slowly filled with songs that gave space to many emotions. This was due to the lyrics, the aggression, the sadness, the title, and the meaning I gave them. In the red box, I've written all sorts of words that fit these. I've often listened to this list as a kind of therapy. If you listen, you'll probably recognize some of it. Ultimately, it became a dark, murky space in an almost closed environment, a kind of prison where escape ultimately becomes the ultimate goal, and what you leave behind, but also take with you, are memories.
Prompt: "We worked long hours, not long days, the days were few in number. The hours were very long and very intense, there was a lot of intensity going on, because there was a lot of shooting happening while we were talking, that brings it to a new level."
Prompt: Could a body close the mind out
Stitch a seam across the eye?
If you can be good, you'll live forever
If you're bad, you'll die when you die
Hearing only one true note
On the one and only sound
Unzip my body, take my heart out
'Cause I need a beat to give this tune
Taking a picture of
Taking a picture of
Taking a picture of
{Bang, bang}
Oh, the body swayed to music
Oh, the lightning glance
I would give it all and all
Maybe you would hear me
Ask for half a chance
Hearing only one root note
Planted firmly in the ground
Undo my heart, unzip my body
And lend to my ear a clear
and a deafening sound
Unzip my heart
And if I need a rhythm
It'll be to my heart I listen
If it don't put me too far wrong
And if I, and if I
And if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
If it don't put me too far wrong
Everybody smile please
Nobody pay no mind to me
Finger in position on the switch
A little flash photography
Taking a picture of you
(To my heart)
Taking a picture of,
taking a picture of me
Taking a picture
Ramalama bang bang
Flash, bang, big bang
Bing bong, ding dong
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a hammer, bang bang
Flash, bang, press gang
Bing bong, ding dong
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a st-stammer, bang bang
Crash bang, big bang
Boing boing, boing doing
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a st-stammer, the bang bang
(With a st-stammer)
With a st-stammer
(Crash bang, the bing bang)
Crash bang, big bang
(Boing boing, boing doing)
Bing bang, crash bang
(Dum dum d-dum dum)
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
Need a rhythm
Prompt: A man is playing a game on a gaming PC. On the screen, you see the man shooting at soldiers from a first-person shooter perspective. He is oblivious to what's happening around him. In the space around him, a battle between soldiers is also taking place. Smoke and flashes give the scene a surreal feel.
Prompt: An old man looks around in the middle of a room. Around him are oak cabinets filled with small objects, covered in dust and cobwebs. Old photographs in silver frames hang on the walls. Cobwebs hang between the walls. An old oil lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a yellow light on the man, casting trembling shadows over him. On the floor, a layer of dust covers old file folders. A window in one wall offers a view of a paradisiacal setting.
Prompt: Zolang de meeste Republikeinen bang blijven om hun politieke carrière te beëindigen door zich tegen hem uit te spreken, blijft de huidige impasse bestaan. Een omslagpunt vereist dat de angst voor de gevolgen van zijn gedrag groter wordt dan de angst voor zijn politieke wraak.
Prompt: The beginning and the end are far apart. Thoughts spin in circles, reaching nowhere and everywhere. The flakes from the shaken snowball all fall down and tell a story. How do you look at a finished puzzle? Put it together again as if your life could start over, while you know it all comes down to the same thing? Patterns keep repeating. The herd runs the same elephant paths that herds have paved for ages. You only see it when you get it. Snap, snap. Understanding the meaninglessness. When the circle is complete, everything starts again—different actors, same play. Kings, clowns, but no difference. Masses allow themselves to be played and used again.
Prompt: They don't eat, don't sleep
They don't feed, they don't seethe
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak
Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so-called best friend
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
They don't scam, don't fight
Don't oppress an equal's given rights
Starve the poor so they can be well fed
Line their holes with the dead ones' bread, no no
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs
They don't compare, rats
They don't compare, rats
They don't compare
Oh
Ben, the two of us need look no more
Prompt: From orbit, the endless conflicts of humankind vanished. There were no borders, no nations, no politics. Only a fragile blue world, suspended in silence, surrounded by infinite darkness.
“From space,” he said, “everything we fight over just disappears. You see how meaningless our divisions are — and how deeply connected everything truly is.”
He described the experience as both breathtaking and heartbreaking — a moment of awakening. A realization that humanity is living an illusion, chasing power and wealth while neglecting the very home that gives us life.
Astronauts call it the Overview Effect — a profound shift in awareness that transforms how they see the world, forever.
Perhaps, he reflected, the real mission for humanity isn’t to explore new worlds… but to return to this one — with open eyes, open hearts, and a renewed sense of unity.
Prompt: “I mean, you know, I’m being a little cute. I don’t think there’s anything that’s going to get me into heaven. Okay? I think I’m not maybe heaven-bound.
I may be in heaven right now as far as I will ever be flying in Air Force One."
Prompt: Now and then, I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love, and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin'
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
Guess that I don't need that, though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin' it was always somethin' that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Readin' into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin' (ah)
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough (ah)
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number (ah)
Guess that I don't need that, though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody I used to know
Somebody (now you're just somebody that I used to know)
Somebody I used to know
Somebody (now you're just somebody that I used to know)
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know somebody
Prompt: In the middle of a big round room is a man sitting on a bright blue chair. Around him are scary clowns looking horrible and filled with madness approaching him slowly. They are different kind of clowns but all dressed in red. On the wall are potrets of wise man looking worried at the scene.
At the ceiling is hanging a globe of the world.
Prompt: In the middle of a big round room is a man sitting on a blue chair. Around him are scary clowns looking horrible and filled with madness approaching him slowly.
On the wall are potrets of wise man looking worried at the scene.
Prompt: "The deepest conflict we face is not between good and evil, but between what we are and what we pretend to be.
It is not the world that exhausts a person, but the mask he wears for so long that he forgets his true features.
We play role after role until we come to believe that silence is a flaw, tears are weakness, and solitude is an illness.
Deep within you, another self is waiting:
One that does not want to be perfect, but real.
That does not seek admiration, but peace.
That does not chase the spotlight, but rests under the shade of a tree.
The path to the self is not outside,
but in a rare courage:
To take off the mask and say:
'This is me, without embellishment.'
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.
