Prompt: A baby in a space suit flies through space and is still connected to its mother by the umbilical cord, who is also floating in space. In the background you can see the globe with the North Pole in the picture.
Prompt: A baby in a space suit flies through space and is still connected to its mother by the umbilical cord, who is also floating in space. In the background you can see the globe with the North Pole in the picture.
Prompt: A shiny golden spider web hangs above a blue velvety background. A silver shiny spider sits in the middle of the web. A purple shiny fly with red compound eyes is stuck in the web
Prompt: A silver ball falls into a golden liquid. The golden liquid splashes upwards in creamy droplets. In the golden liquid, circles go outwards from the centre. A point-shaped light source provides reflections on the silver and gold. A purple round-headed creature with red eyes rises from the liquid.
Prompt: A country without children is a country without a future. Adults of all ages stand around a large mountain of children's toys. There are no children amongst them. Above the mountain of toys is an opening through the cloud cover where the sun shines down on the mountain of toys.
High in the sky you see bomber airplanes. The adults stand in the shadow of the clouds. The landscape beyond is barren, dark and filled with dead trees
Prompt: A country without children is a country without a future. Adults of all ages stand around a large mountain of children's toys. Above the mountain of toys is an opening through the cloud cover where the sun shines down on the mountain of toys. The adults stand in the shadow of the clouds. The landscape beyond is barren, dark and filled with dead trees
Prompt: A man in blue and yellow clothes sits in the middle of a large group of clowns with red baseball caps on their heads. The clowns are all wearing clothes in the colors red, white and blue. In the background is a brick wall filled with 5 pointed stars in all sizes. The ground is strewn with silver and gold Serpentine.
Prompt: A completely destroyed city with smoking ruins where fire still glows. Soldiers with guns and other weapons walk between the ruins towards the horizon where dark clouds of smoke barely let the light of the sun through. In addition to rubble, the streets are littered with colorful children's toys. It is raining and there are many puddles. In the foreground are letter blocks with the text: "WHY?" Next to the blocks is an old dirty teddy bear with cotton wool coming out and the eyes are buttons.
Prompt: This scene paints a devastating and poignant picture. Here's a breakdown of the elements and their potential impact:
* Ruins of a City: This immediately establishes a scene of destruction, likely caused by war or some other catastrophic event. It suggests the loss of homes, infrastructure, and a sense of normalcy.
* Smoke and Small Flames: These details reinforce the idea of recent destruction and ongoing danger. They evoke a sense of chaos and the immediate aftermath of violence.
* Soldiers: Their presence suggests a conflict or its aftermath. They could represent either the cause of the destruction or those attempting to maintain order in the chaos. The ambiguity adds to the scene's complexity.
* Colorful Children's Toys: This is a stark contrast to the surrounding devastation. Toys are symbols of innocence, joy, and childhood. Their presence in the ruins highlights the tragic loss of these qualities.
* Letter Blocks Spelling "WHY?": This is the most powerful element. It directly expresses the sense of confusion, grief, and outrage that such a scene would evoke. The question is a universal cry of pain and incomprehension.
Overall Impact:
The image is designed to be emotionally impactful, contrasting the innocence of childhood with the brutality of destruction. The "WHY?" question serves as a direct and heartbreaking plea, forcing the viewer to confront the senselessness of the situation. The bright colors of the toys against the drab ruins create a visually arresting and disturbing image.
Prompt: This scene paints a devastating and poignant picture. Here's a breakdown of the elements and their potential impact:
* Ruins of a City: This immediately establishes a scene of destruction, likely caused by war or some other catastrophic event. It suggests the loss of homes, infrastructure, and a sense of normalcy.
* Smoke and Small Flames: These details reinforce the idea of recent destruction and ongoing danger. They evoke a sense of chaos and the immediate aftermath of violence.
* Soldiers: Their presence suggests a conflict or its aftermath. They could represent either the cause of the destruction or those attempting to maintain order in the chaos. The ambiguity adds to the scene's complexity.
* Colorful Children's Toys: This is a stark contrast to the surrounding devastation. Toys are symbols of innocence, joy, and childhood. Their presence in the ruins highlights the tragic loss of these qualities.
* Letter Blocks Spelling "WHY?": This is the most powerful element. It directly expresses the sense of confusion, grief, and outrage that such a scene would evoke. The question is a universal cry of pain and incomprehension.
Overall Impact:
The image is designed to be emotionally impactful, contrasting the innocence of childhood with the brutality of destruction. The "WHY?" question serves as a direct and heartbreaking plea, forcing the viewer to confront the senselessness of the situation. The bright colors of the toys against the drab ruins create a visually arresting and disturbing image.
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. It is raining and the streets are covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: A man sits in a chair. He is given fluids through an IV. Green round viruses as big as a football fly around the room. There are spikes on the viruses that have red eyes. In their mean mouths are yellow sharp teeth. The room is a Victorian-style place.
Prompt: An old artist without a beard is sitting at a table and is drawing. He is in a studio filled with open cabinets. The cabinets contain books, LPs and many special objects. Light shines through old stained glass windows, bringing in the different colours. Two small children are sitting on the floor, also drawing.
Prompt: A purple skull with bright blue eyes in it looks forward. Above the skull sits a mad rat with a crown on his head. The skull stands on a golden shiny table with a steel rim. Around the table are golden candlesticks with red burning dripping candles.
Prompt: Make an old wall filled with all kinds of graffiti in rainbow colors
As a final graffiti, spray the text: "jouw verhaal" in blue, light blue and dark green on the wall in thick letters. A little bit of paint is dripping down. On the ground in front are empty spray cans laying and an old backpack. Also an old ghetto blaster.
Prompt: Make an old wall filled with all kinds of graffiti. As a final graffiti, spray the text: "youw verhaal" in blue, light blue and dark green on the wall in thick letters.
A little bit of paint is dripping down.
On the ground in front are empty spray cans and an old backpack. Also an old ghetto blaster.
Prompt: A friendly man in a t-shirt and a leather jacket extends his hand straight out to shake hands. He looks straight ahead with a smile. In the background is a somewhat older concrete wall with brick and a lot of colourful graffiti on it. On this wall you can read also a graffiti with the text: "jouw verhaal" in graffiti style.
Prompt: A friendly looking man reaches his hand forward while looking at you. In the background is a concrete, brick wall with graffiti letters that say: "your story".
Prompt: Create an image in which a friendly man reaches out via a long arm towards the front. The man holds his head a little to one side and holds his other hand to his ear to be able to hear well. The environment is colorful and in the background is a wall with graffiti with the text: "Your story?"
Prompt: Imagine being so stupid that you look at this treasonous, traitorous, totally corrupt, self-serving, ignorant clown, this racist, semi-literate moron, this sexually-assaulting, pathologically-lying, feeble minded, morally bankrupt, constitutionally-illiterate simpleton, this bloated nitwit with his cotton candy hair, radioactive tinted skin and obese dishevelment, and think, "Now that is a guy I really admire"
Prompt: Make a collection of 10 glass bubbles that are connected by glass corridors through which all kinds of colored liquids flow and mixed colors are created in the bubbles. Place the bubbles in a steampunk scaffolding that supports the bubbles. Place the whole thing in a large political dome room
Prompt: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.
Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.
There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.
Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together
Prompt: Design a 6th generation fighter jet plane. Invisible to radar. Flying in the air with condensation trails against an orange light of a setting sun. Give the appearance a Dutch design. With red, white, blue and orange details. Incorporate gold and silver elements in details.
Add weapons in the weapon Bays.
Prompt: Design a 6th generation jet plane. Invisible to radar. Flying in the air with condensation trails against an orange light of a setting sun. Give the appearance a Dutch design. With red, white, blue and orange details. Incorporate gold and silver elements in details. In the cockpit sits a pilot with futuristic equipment.
Prompt: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.
Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.
There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.
Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.
Prompt: If you see me walking down the streets
And I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
Make believe
I can see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I just want to cry
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem so broken in pieces
Walk on by
Aah walk on by
With foolish pride
If I can't see the tears
Let me hide
From the tears and the sadness
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
Just go for a stroll in the trees
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
And make believe
That I can't see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
Prompt: Just get away. All of you can is disappear for all I care I don't feel like learning to be good I'll end up in the gutter anyway Children don't want to play with me Call me a rat and point at me The only one I care about He's never there, that's my dad My mother can't stand me I never do anything right for her I don't even have to ask for love Swearing is all she does No wonder my dad went sailing I wasn't allowed to come along, I'm too small I have to do it on my own Until he comes back someday If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone Maybe when dad is on the ship When he's back from the sea He says again, listen Cis Why don't you come with me I'm only a child after all I can't do it all alone Maybe I'll find happiness someday But how that's a big problem If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone
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.
