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.'
Prompt: Make s dark image with lot of demons flying through thoughts next:
Everybody is completely mad, sick, depressed, stupid or all of it together. Walking around hurting, neglect, torture other people fysical or mentally. Not knowing what a human is or what it is No god is there to create, destroy or judge. We are just all alone in a big universe. Nobody of other planets care about this failure of nature. The top of evolution? It just makes me laugh. 80 years in an incredible big amount of time in an incredible big universe. Less then dust. Unnoticed by history. Humanity is just a little flash and gone
Prompt: Everybody is completely mad, sick, depressed, stupid or all of it together.
Walking around hurting, neglect, torture other people fysical or mentally.
Not knowing what a human is or what it is
No god is there to create, destroy or judge. We are just all alone in a big universe. Nobody of other planets care about this failure of nature.
The top of evolution? It just makes me laugh.
80 years in an incredible big amount of time in an incredible big universe. Less then dust. Unnoticed by history. Humanity is just a little flash and gone
Prompt: The little girl looks around. Inquisitive, curious, but cautious. Around her, adults sit in a circle with chairs, chatting. Children's toys hang on the wall of the room. A mobile with clowns hangs on the ceiling.
Prompt: The little girl looks around. Inquisitive, curious, but cautious. Around her, adults sit in a circle with chairs, chatting. Children's toys hang on the wall of the room. A mobile with clowns hangs on the ceiling.
Prompt: "When it gets down to having to use violence, then you are playing the system's game. The establishment will irritate you pull your beard, flick your face - to make you fight. Because once they've got you violent, then they know how to handle you. The only thing they don't know how to handle is non-violence and humor."
Prompt: Put a mad king with only a crown on his head and further no clouds in the middle of a lot of man and women worshiping him by sitting on there knees and put there hands in the air. In the back you see cages with jesters in it.
Prompt: Put a mad king with only a crown on his head and further no clouds in the middle of a lot of man and women worshiping him by sitting on there knees and put there hands in the air.
In the back you see cages with jesters in it.
Prompt: I continued thinking about my previous drawing. Who are you (or have you become)? How much influence do others play, where a kind of mirror is held up to you, but at the same time you're mirroring yourself against the image you have of yourself. What influence does the development of your brain play in this? The highways that are built to handle all input energy efficiently. The parts of the brain that want to help you survive. First react, then think. Fight, flight, freeze, and these days, even fawn. The latter ensures that you adapt extremely to the threat.
I think a beautiful description of life is: Born, WTF, Death.
Now I'm still pretty much in WTF mode and trying to understand what it's all about. Surprise, disappointment, resignation, anger, and so on are all there. By the time you think you understand, your time is almost up. Finiteness is the only certainty.
Prompt: A shape became a deer. Nothing more to do, I think. I did add some doodle plants. It was almost finished weeks ago, but then came busyness, vacation, and a brief moment where I didn't feel like drawing. The huiskamerartiest was empty for a moment. Sometimes it seems like you've already thought and figured everything out and come full circle. Patterns repeat like fractals. In space and time, we are ultimately nothing more than a single, briefly bright point that slowly fades away. Undulating through eternity, only visible when someone is looking.
Prompt: A shape became a deer. Nothing more to do, I think. I did add some doodle plants. It was almost finished weeks ago, but then came busyness, vacation, and a brief moment where I didn't feel like drawing. The huiskamerartiest was empty for a moment. Sometimes it seems like you've already thought and figured everything out and come full circle. Patterns repeat like fractals. In space and time, we are ultimately nothing more than a single, briefly bright point that slowly fades away. Undulating through eternity, only visible when someone is looking.
Prompt: 'Those who do not move, do not notice their chains', Deze uitspraak houd een spiegel voor aan iedereen die vastgeroest raakt in gewoontes, systemen of denkpatronen.
Prompt: Dit experiment is bekend als het Milgram-experiment, vernoemd naar de sociaal psycholoog Stanley Milgram die het in de jaren 60 van de vorige eeuw uitvoerde. Het doel was te onderzoeken hoe ver mensen bereid zijn te gaan in het gehoorzamen van een autoriteit, zelfs als hun handelingen conflicteren met hun eigen geweten.
Opzet van het experiment
Deelnemers dachten dat ze meededen aan een experiment over leren en geheugen. Ze kregen de rol van 'leraar' en een andere persoon, de 'leerling', zou woordparen moeten onthouden. De leerling was in werkelijkheid een acteur en onderdeel van het experiment. De 'leraar' moest de 'leerling' een elektrische schok toedienen bij elk fout antwoord. De schokken begonnen bij een lage spanning en liepen geleidelijk op tot een extreem hoog voltage, wat potentieel dodelijk was.
Telkens wanneer de 'leraar' twijfelde of wilde stoppen, gaf de proefleider, die een witte labjas droeg en als een autoriteit fungeerde, korte, dwingende opdrachten om door te gaan, zoals: "Het experiment vereist dat u doorgaat."
Resultaten en conclusie
De resultaten waren schokkend. Maar liefst 65% van de deelnemers ging door tot het maximale voltage van 450 volt, ondanks dat ze de 'leerling' hoorden schreeuwen, smeken en uiteindelijk stil werden. Het experiment toonde aan dat de meeste mensen onder de invloed van een autoriteit bereid zijn om handelingen uit te voeren die ze uit zichzelf als immoreel of schadelijk zouden beschouwen. Het onthulde de sterke invloed van gehoorzaamheid aan autoriteit en de potentiële gevaren van blinde volgzaamheid.
Prompt: Who are you when others reflect you? Who are you when you have only your own reflection? That's actually why, right at the beginning, the little balls pop up, surrounded by a vast emptiness in an otherwise busy world where all sorts of things are happening. It also reminds me of the question: if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it, is there even a sound? If no one sees you, do you even exist? I also thought of Orion and the pyramids, which are apparently also built to represent the three stars Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka that form Orion's belt. The man has looked into his own mirror.
Prompt: Een man kijkt in een spiegel maar er is geen spiegelbeeld. Ook in de spiegels links en rechts van hem is er geen spiegelbeeld. Op tafel liggen foto's en dossier mappen.
Op de grond liggen nog meer kratten met mappen erin.
In de hoeken van de kamer hangen spinnenwebben en stofraggen.
Op tafel zit een blije spin met paarse oogjes en een hoge hoed op.
Prompt: A man looks in a mirror, but there's no reflection. The mirrors to his left and right also have no reflection. Photos and folders lie on the table. More crates containing folders lie on the floor. Spiderwebs and dust bunnies hang in the corners of the room. A happy spider with purple eyes and a top hat sits on the table.
Prompt: A man is in a room and there are big mirrors on the wall. Everything in the room has reflections but he as none.
He doesn't know who he is anymore because he is only have he can see himself in the eyes of others. Others who tell what they see, what they think. Now he is just a nobody. In the wall on the back is a little door in which four little children are watching the man and waving to him.
Prompt: An old energetic man without a beard is walking out of a circustent with a backpack on his back. He is looking forward.
The circustent is made of blue, green and dark green stripes.
In the opening behind the old man you see clowns, donkeys and flying monkeys.
Prompt: Yeah
Bring bring on the bicycle
Beep beep in the car
Ping ping a submarine
Phew phew helicopter (wow)
A choo choo train, an aeroplane
Or whee down the slide
I just adore-dore-dore you every day more
Wherever we are
So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go
Bring bring on the bicycle
Beep beep in the car
Ping ping a submarine
Phew phew helicopter (wow)
A choo choo train, an aeroplane
A rocket to the stars
There's a dance, dance, dance going on in my heart
Wherever we are
So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go
You little monkey who's staying up late
Who purrs like a cat when they get their own way
Who then turns into a lion who let's out a (roar)
I love, love, love you every day more
Whatever's in store
Woo, up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go
Woo, up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go
Prompt: Often, when something goes wrong, the system is blamed. The system is created by people and maintained by them. However, the collective is often stronger than the individual. It evokes a comparison with the Borg in Star Trek. A collective that assesses a threat, chooses to ignore or assimilate if it sees value in it. Resistance is futile. In a work environment, a situation arises where a system offers advantages to a group of people: managers, strategists, policymakers, and of course, the yes-men on the shop floor. That's just how we do things here. Dogmas become defining, as if the system were a belief that you must unconditionally impose and propagate. Resistance is futile. Anyone who expresses surprise, refutes, or resists is quickly seen as a dissonant force who throws a wrench in the system's machinery, who is seen as a threat to positions. The desire to be well-being within an all-consuming yet well-oiled machine becomes paramount. What you contribute to the system is the value you are assigned. The promise that your life will improve if you just believe in the system. Resistance is futile. The system then becomes a self-perpetuating entity, one that sees clients as a source of income but no longer as human beings.
Prompt: Often, when something goes wrong, the system is blamed. The system is created by people and maintained by them. However, the collective is often stronger than the individual. It evokes a comparison with the Borg in Star Trek. A collective that assesses a threat, chooses to ignore or assimilate if it sees value in it. Resistance is futile. In a work environment, a situation arises where a system offers advantages to a group of people: managers, strategists, policymakers, and of course, the yes-men on the shop floor. That's just how we do things here. Dogmas become defining, as if the system were a belief that you must unconditionally impose and propagate. Resistance is futile. Anyone who expresses surprise, refutes, or resists is quickly seen as a dissonant force who throws a wrench in the system's machinery, who is seen as a threat to positions. The desire to be well-being within an all-consuming yet well-oiled machine becomes paramount. What you contribute to the system is the value you are assigned. The promise that your life will improve if you just believe in the system. Resistance is futile. The system then becomes a self-perpetuating entity, one that sees clients as a source of income but no longer as human beings.
Prompt: Often, when something goes wrong, the system is blamed. The system is created by people and maintained by them. However, the collective is often stronger than the individual. It evokes a comparison with the Borg in Star Trek. A collective that assesses a threat, chooses to ignore or assimilate if it sees value in it. Resistance is futile. In a work environment, a situation arises where a system offers advantages to a group of people: managers, strategists, policymakers, and of course, the yes-men on the shop floor. That's just how we do things here. Dogmas become defining, as if the system were a belief that you must unconditionally impose and propagate. Resistance is futile. Anyone who expresses surprise, refutes, or resists is quickly seen as a dissonant force who throws a wrench in the system's machinery, who is seen as a threat to positions. The desire to be well-being within an all-consuming yet well-oiled machine becomes paramount. What you contribute to the system is the value you are assigned. The promise that your life will improve if you just believe in the system. Resistance is futile. The system then becomes a self-perpetuating entity, one that sees clients as a source of income but no longer as human beings.
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.
