Prompt: Place a fat man in his underwear on top of a pile of money. He's covered in sores and blemishes. Give him a gas mask. In the background, a petrochemical plant with smoking chimneys and flare stacks. The air is polluted. The smoke slowly drifts into the foreground like mist. Spilled oil flows through the money. In the oil, you can still see birds covered in a thick layer of gunk.
Prompt: The virtual world is trying to invade the real world. A filthy, drooling white man in torn, dirty underwear sits behind a keyboard in front of a large computer screen. Claws emerge from the screen, encircling the man and going in all directions, left, right, and bottom. The room is littered with empty pizza boxes, hamburger wrappers, and food scraps, among which rats in red baseball caps crawl. The walls are covered in cobwebs, making it impossible to see outside. There are worn curtains with white and red stripes.
Prompt: The virtual world is trying to invade the real world. A filthy, drooling white man in torn, dirty underwear sits behind a keyboard in front of a large computer screen. Claws emerge from the screen, encircling the man and going in all directions, left, right, and bottom. The room is littered with empty pizza boxes, hamburger wrappers, and food scraps, among which rats in red baseball caps crawl. The walls are covered in cobwebs, making it impossible to see outside. There are worn curtains with white and red stripes.
Prompt: The somewhat somber man was finally able to see his thoughts about everything he had lost as everything he had had. It didn't change his memories, which existed only in his mind, sometimes made tangible by an object or photo. The present became more vivid because he could place his feelings close to his heart in the moment. The future was increasingly shaped by the moments of the present. An extension of being.
Prompt: The somewhat somber man was finally able to see his thoughts about everything he had lost as everything he had had. It didn't change his memories, which existed only in his mind, sometimes made tangible by an object or photo. The present became more vivid because he could place his feelings close to his heart in the moment. The future was increasingly shaped by the moments of the present. An extension of being.
Prompt: A story powerful enough
to make the prisoner
defend the prison.
A flag becomes emotion,
emotion becomes loyalty,
loyalty becomes obedience.
You don’t see the bars
when they’re painted sacred.
Du Bois cut deeper:
Patriotism distributes sacrifice
unequally.
The rich finance wars —
from boardrooms and distance.
The poor finance them —
with bodies.
One invests capital.
The other invests blood.
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Context
Modern nationalism forged unity —
but also mobilized masses for empire,
industry, and conflict.
Conscription filled trenches
disproportionately with workers.
War profits rose upward.
Casualty lists flowed downward.
Love of nation often blurred
into service to power.
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Way Forward
Patriotism must be ethical,
not blind.
Love of country should mean
protecting its people —
not spending them.
Honor the living citizen
as much as the fallen soldier.
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Question to Thinkers
When the call to “defend the nation” rises —
who truly defends…
and who truly benefits?
Prompt: Create a stair formed by the structure of DNA. Let shiny robots walk the stairs. Make the background like a chemical plant with colored gas and flames at the top of chimneys
Prompt: You thump your chest for a flag?
You are worshipping a piece of dyed cloth.
A patriot is a fool who thinks the dirt he was born on is superior to the dirt across the hill.
You are proud of your cage, barking at strangers to protect a master who owns you both.
Nations are invented chains, and you call them identity.
Prompt: Kill a man, and you are a murderer.
Kill millions and you are a conqueror.
Kill them all, and you are a god.
Execute you, and I am a hero.
Why? Because you live across a river.
If you lived on my side, killing you would be murder.
But because of a line a king drew on a map, killing you is a virtue.
Morality is merely a matter of geography
Prompt: Design a Star Trek spaceship that fits in with early designs but 1000 years further in the future.
Let it fly near a giant planet with rings like saturn has.
Prompt: Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me".
Prompt: De krankzinnige keizer bezoekt Davos, waar zijn maffiose freejazz nog lang na-echoot.
En toen, net in de week dat wetenschappers constateerden dat runderen mogelijk veel intelligenter zijn dan altijd is aangenomen, arriveerde de krankzinnige keizer in Zwitserland.
Veel meer nog dan keizerlijk was de krankzinnige keizer krankzinnig. Af en toe verzon hij een eigen club, zodat hij op nog meer plekken de baas kon zijn. Hij verbouwde zijn paleis om meer ruimte te maken voor de leegte die als een giftige damp om hem heen hing. Hij perste vredesprijzen af, hij bestudeerde net zo lang AI-foto’s met zichzelf als triomferend middelpunt tot hij vergat dat het de foto’s waren die gemanipuleerd waren en niet de realiteit. Zijn wereld was al lang geleden teruggebracht tot kopen en verkopen, een andere taal sprak hij niet. Voor de handel trilden al zijn snaren, zij het dat hij nooit fatsoenlijk was gestemd. In zijn borst bevond zich een roestvrijstalen terrine, waarin soep met ballen eigendunk en slierten eigenbelang zachtjes klotsten.
Zijn onderdanen waren elke dag op hun hoede. Elke dag kon een nieuwe golf van waanzin hen omverwerpen, en ze wisten nooit uit welke hoek die golf komen zou. En ook de mensen in andere landen zetten zich elke ochtend schrap, omdat er altijd wat kon gebeuren, altijd wat kon worden gezegd, omdat er elke dag weer een nieuwe aanleiding kon zijn om je verbijstering en zorg een niveautje op te schalen. De krankzinnige keizer hield de wereld in zijn ban, door dagelijks te verrassen en te vernederen. Hij kon uitsluitend vooruit, zijn gedachten waren niet flexibel genoeg om de geringste bocht te maken. Wanneer hij zich verveelde, liet de krankzinnige keizer zijn gevolg landkaarten inkleuren in kleuren die hij herkende.
Er waren dagen dat hij op een bank zat en onlineberichtjes begon te plaatsen over elk onderwerp dat voorbij zweefde over de dorre vlaktes aan de binnenkant van zijn schedel. Soms waren het wel dertig, veertig berichtjes per minuut, over ieder denkbaar thema, waarover hij dacht met de korrelige coherentie en de nihilistische hardnekkigheid van een uit cement gehakte vastgoedontwikkelaar die erover fantaseerde wat hij zou doen als hij keizer zou zijn. Tot hij zich, wanneer de adrenaline uit hem wegvloeide en zijn lijf aanvoelde als de loze homp die het was, realiseerde dat hij keizer was.
In feite was het enige waarover de krankzinnige keizer te spreken was zichzelf, en bij uitbreiding: iedereen die dat ook vond. Zoals de meeste mensen voor 70 procent uit water bestonden, zo bestond de krankzinnige keizer voor ruim 70 procent uit aandacht van anderen. De rest was vervuilde lucht.
Het ging hem er niet eens werkelijk om wat hij deed of zei, maar dat er gekeken en geluisterd werd. Alles aan hem was ‘upsetting by design’, zoals een onderdaan het eens beschreef. Zo kreeg elke stap van de krankzinnige keizer buiten zijn eigen kringen de kenmerken van een zorgvuldig voorbereide en toch mislukte interventie: iedereen verzamelde zich vooraf en nam zich heilig voor hem eindelijk te vertellen dat het zo niet langer kon.
Eenmaal met hem in dezelfde ruimte luisterden ze uren, toch weer perplex, speurend naar brokstukken van de echte wereld in de vloedgolf van geraaskal die door de zaal kolkte. En terwijl in Zwitserland de laatste zin van de mesjogge-maffiose freejazz van de krankzinnige keizer na-echode, verhieven enkele toehoorders zich schoorvoetend uit hun stoelen.
Prompt: "A conceptual art piece showing a human profile where half the face is a classical marble statue and the other half is a transparent glass casing filled with neon-lit AI neural networks. From the eyes, two different beams of light project: one shows a peaceful garden (Brave New World), the other a surveillance city with red spotlights (1984). In the background, an hourglass is filled with sand that turns into digital bits as it falls. Style: dark digital art, reminiscent of 'Black Mirror' aesthetics, sharp focus on the textures of marble and glass."
Prompt: "An architectural blueprint of a grand, neoclassical government building that is slowly transforming into a medieval fortress. Overlaid on the image are seven glowing mountain peaks, each labeled with symbols of society (a scale for law, a screen for media, a cross for religion). A giant, translucent hand made of golden light is moving a chess piece shaped like a high-tech chip across the blueprint. Dark, moody color palette with sharp gold accents. Surrealist style, intricate details, high contrast."
Prompt: "A cinematic, hyper-realistic wide shot of a futuristic Tower of Babel constructed from glowing server racks and silicon wafers. At the summit, a holographic crown is disintegrating into binary code. In the foreground, a diverse crowd of people in modern business attire and religious robes are kneeling, but their faces are blurred by digital static. The sky is a dramatic, stormy deep purple with lightning shaped like circuit board patterns. Atmosphere: epic, ominous, and prophetic. 8k resolution, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting."
Prompt: A darkness is coming it wears a red hat, a balsa wood cross, wrapped up in a flag.
It tells us our neighbors, our loved ones are bad. So they aim for the kill and they unload their mag.
The dark isn't leaving it's standing its ground to see we don't speak of the infant it drowned
of children made livestock and evidence found of more than one man who bought flesh for a pound.
The darkness was let in, to grow and get fat and claim persecution from those who fight back.
The dark isn't coming, it's always been here to threaten not all just the brown, Jew, and queer.
The thunders of muzzles silent on our ears now call for my tone so it's something to fear.
The darkness wants fear, exhaustion, and dread for the crimson red armband it wears on its head.
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It's canceled the circus and rationed the bread and offers just outrage and blood in its stead.
It will want to sleep soon, slip back through the cracks. The darkness has been here. It wears a red hat.
Prompt: Can I play with madness?
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place
Can I play with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness? The prophet looked and he laughed at me, ha, he said
Can I play with madness? He said, "You're blind, too blind to see"
Oh, said, "You're too blind to see", mmm
I screamed aloud to the old man
I said, "Don't lie, don't say you don't know"
I said, "You'll pay for this mischief"
"Ah, in this world or the next"
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hellfires raged in his eyes
He said, "Do you wanna know the truth, son?"
"Lord, I'll tell you the truth"
"Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire"
Can I play with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness? The prophet looked and he laughed at me, ha ha, he said
Can I play with madness? He said, "You're blind, too blind to see"
"Oh, listen to me, " said the prophet
Prompt: Make a cartoon-style globe with a crazy, silly face and a clown nose. At the North Pole, place a small black hat with a flower on a stem. A UFO hangs in space around the globe. In the background, you can see the sun with a face, holding hands in front of its eyes.
Prompt: Is it just me or isn't it a bit strange that you only see all of the violent ICE videos of ICE permanently blinding college kids and dragging High Schoolers by their necks in middle income suburban areas. The only time you see them in rougher neighborhoods are when they are clearing a low-income section 8 housing apartment that put a weapons ban on the lease agreements and they'll destroy that entire apartment building without a single warrant. The only reason we haven't had a gang war between criminals like ICE and local gangs is ICE seems to purposely be going into the neighborhoods they feel safest. I mean they are seriously getting into fist fights in front of High Schools. I guess a bunch of guys that would fail the fitness requirements for law enforcement and the military can't be expected to take on anyone that might actually fight back. Can you imagine how scared these mall cops would be if they accidently went somewhere with real violent criminal activity?
Prompt: A rotting, unrecognizable biological mass shrouded in old, broken dust colored red, white, and blue lies on the ground. Greenish-yellow slime drips from this mass. Through holes in the dust, 10 small, slimy humanoid creatures crawl, visibly enjoying their presence. On the ground, amidst the rubble, lie cracked green copper plates. One piece is recognizable as a torch, like the one on the Statue of Liberty.
Prompt: A rotting, unrecognizable biological mass shrouded in old, broken dust colored red, white, and blue lies on the ground. Greenish-yellow slime drips from this mass. Through holes in the dust, 10 small, slimy humanoid creatures crawl, visibly enjoying their presence. On the ground, amidst the rubble, lie cracked green copper plates. One piece is recognizable as a torch, like the one on the Statue of Liberty.
Prompt: An orange dog with fluffy yellow-furred ears, small eyes, and a potbelly pees against a table leg with one paw in the air. The room is filthy. Poo and pee are everywhere. Fat rats in red caps are scurrying across the broken furniture and the floor. On the wall hang gold objects that still glint slightly in the candlelight.
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: An old man without beard tries to escape a room filled with giant viruses and bacteria looking like monsters with scary eyes, mouth with sharp teeth and claws. The room is covered in green and yellow slime that spreads towards him in long, wispy streams. Nebulas of yellow-green gas hang in the room.
Prompt: An old man tries to escape a room filled with giant viruses and bacteria. The room is covered in green and yellow slime that spreads towards him in long, wispy streams. Nebulas of yellow-green gas hang in the room.
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."
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.
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