Prompt: In a dirty alley with a lot of garbage a man is sitting against a wall looking up to the moon.
The walls are filled with graffiti.
The moon is the only source of light and shines between the walls on the face of the man.
On a rusty balcony is a raven looking down to the man.
Rats are walking on the floor.
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: when there is a interesting story, artists become much more beautiful. I am 65 years old but have worked all my life with young people. That keeps your mind young in an old body. Wisdom is knowing that you never know enough and you begin to feel more like when you were a child and did not have the words to explain your feelings. Now I know the words and still cannot explain the feelings. That's why I draw
Prompt: create an image with a canary wearing a miner's helmet and protective goggles.
place it in a mine
Give the bird the right outfit and a gas mask
Prompt: a rusty old metal coffee machine stands against a wall with poor plasterwork. In a semicircle around it, people stand with a cup of coffee in their hand, chatting pleasantly with each other. In a corner, a fat, old-fashioned CEO sits on a chair and watches. In his hand he holds a big red book.
Prompt: A madman is operating a doomsday machine.
It is a steampunk like machine.
On the machine is a screen with an image of the Earth as seen by a satellite.
On the background missiles are pointing to the sky.
Smoke is coming from the bottom of the missiles.
There are containers with the yellow warning sign for radioactive material.
Prompt: A person sits in despair and crouched on the ground in a forest. There are photos surrounding the person. Memories of all the wrong things this person has done. Remorse gnaws at the dark soul of this figure. Without sincere repentance there is no forgiveness. Without forgiveness there is no end to the torment. Demons with yellow glowing eyes wait between the trees. A soul to tear apart demands their attention
Prompt: A man is sitting in a chair looking like an electric chair.
At different parts of his body are coming vains in red and blue.
You also see yellow vains coming out of the body.
The vains and nerves are going strangeled over the floor to the walls where they form figures in the shape of ancient symbols.
From the ceiling electric cables are coming towards the man in the chair.
Between all you see bright shining gold ancient objects.
Prompt: Make the drawing look like it is made of scrap metal. Let it looks like a beast ready to attack. Like a robot in the world of Mad max in the dessert
Prompt: There is a path going to the horizon.
You see hell and fire at the end of the path.
Demons are flying by the gates of hell.
On the path you see footsteps going to the horizon.
Next at the road you see people doing nothing.
Just before the gates you see a globe of the world with two legs walking
Prompt: Jaren lang trotseerden wij samen elk gevaar
Waar ik ook ging daar zag ik voetstappen twee paar naast elkaar
Dat het bij mij ook slecht kon gaan was mij ook onbekend
En plots zag ik maar één paar ja waar was jij op dat moment
Echte vrienden krijg je niet
En kopen maakt je wereld klein
Vrienden die verdien je door er zelf één te zijn
Toen het weer beter ging werden de sporen weer compleet
En ik heb je toen gevraagd waarom jij dat eigenlijk deed
Je zei ik maakte onderscheid tussen echt en nep
Want je zag toen maar één paar omdat ik je toen gedragen heb
Echte vrienden krijg je niet
En kopen maakt je wereld klein
Vrienden die verdien je door er zelf één te zijn
Echte vrienden krijg je niet
En kopen maakt je wereld klein
Vrienden die verdien je door er zelf één te zijn
Prompt: A man is walking through a room. He leaves purple footsteps behind him.
On the floor is a big purple stain of wet paint witch is exploding in all directions.
On every wall in the room are graffiti drawings of young people with hoodies or caps.
Prompt: A man is seeing the end of his road.
He is knowing at the end there is nothing left.
Behind him he sees mostly nice memories of what he has experienced.
He is wondering what of his memories and feelings will stay with the people he was with.
According to ideas about death, you are really dead when you are forgotten.
Prompt: Out where the river broke
the blood wood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
steam in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come
to say fair's fair
To pay the rent
to pay our share.
The time has come
a fact's a fact
It belongs to them
let's give it back.
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now to pay our share.
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
from Kintyre East to Yuendemu.
The western desert lives and breathes
in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come
to say fair's fair
To pay the rent
to pay our share.
The time has come
a fact's a fact
It belongs to them
let's give it back.
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now to pay our share.
The time has come a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back.
Prompt: From the left, a small spout comes out of a cloud of stardust that crystallizes in the middle. From the crystal comes moondust that is sucked up by a small spout on the right. The background is a dark black brown steampunk wall full of mechanical objects.
Prompt: You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”
Prompt: An old building is made of brick stones. The word "lie" is written on each stone. On top of the building sits a tired old man with an angry look in his eyes. The building casts a shadow over a very large stone in the foreground with the word: "truth" A small child sits on this stone with a happy look in her eyes.
Prompt: Bad man, such a sad man
Is it ever enough?
Will you ever find a new obsession?
What a bad man, like a blind man
So lost in the dark
Still searching for his own salvation
Bad man, you've been had, man
You can never return
And you're never gonna find redemption now
Bad man, a bad man
Another mad man
Oh, bad man
What's the reason why? (What's the reason why?)
Oh, innocents always have to die
By your hand
No, I will never understand (never understand)
Why these cowards bow to your demands
They're all victims of another bad man
Bad man
No, you didn't think that we were ready for war
And you questioned our determination
Take it back, man, 'cause we're not dealing with your shit anymore
You're about to have an education
Damn, man, got a plan, man
Need to settle the score
There's no way that you can be forgiven now
Bad man, a bad man
A fucking mad man
Oh, bad man
What's the reason why? (What's the reason why?)
Oh, innocents always have to die
By your hand
No, I will never understand (never understand)
Why these cowards bow to your demands
They're all victims of another bad man
Oh, bad man
What's the reason why? (What's the reason why?)
Oh, innocents always have to die
By your hand
No, I will never understand (never understand)
Why these cowards bow to your demands
They're all victims of another bad man
Bad man
What's the reason why? (What's the reason why?)
Oh, innocents always have to die
By your hand
No, I will never understand (never understand)
Why these cowards bow to your demands
They're at the mercy of another bad man
'Cause we're at the mercy of another bad man
Prompt: Zeker! Hier is een samenvatting van Genesis in ongeveer 200 woorden:
Genesis: Het Begin
Genesis, het eerste boek van de Bijbel, vertelt het verhaal van de schepping, de vroege geschiedenis van de mensheid en de oorsprong van het Joodse volk. Het boek begint met de schepping van de wereld in zes dagen, gevolgd door de zondeval van Adam en Eva en hun verdrijving uit het paradijs.
We volgen de levens van de patriarchen Abraham, Isaak en Jakob, die als de voorvaders van het Joodse volk worden gezien. Hun verhalen tonen Gods beloften en Zijn relatie met de mensheid. Belangrijke thema's in Genesis zijn onder andere:
* Schepping: God als de schepper van alles wat is.
* Zonde en verlossing: De gevolgen van de zonde en Gods plan om de mensheid te verlossen.
* Verbond: De speciale relatie tussen God en Zijn uitverkoren volk.
* Geschiedenis: Hoe God de geschiedenis leidt en Zijn beloften vervult.
Genesis legt de basis voor de rest van de Bijbel en biedt een raamwerk voor het begrijpen van Gods plan voor de mensheid. Het boek bevat zowel historische als mythologische elementen en is al eeuwenlang een bron van inspiratie en discussie.
Prompt: A man has made a jump from a very high old tower of a ruin. From there it floats down where the foundations rise from water features. Ivy grows upward. Colorful flowers fill the valley.
Prompt: Make this drawing look like a scene from Alice in Wonderland with bizar things a steampunk clock and flowers as you could see with hallucinating drugs
Prompt: A Rider at the Oval
A stranger rode into the hall of power,
a weary traveler from a battered land.
He came not to beg, but to stand,
bearing the weight of his people's sorrow.
Yet cruelty met him at the door,
words like stones, cold and sharp,
not from foes upon the battlefield,
but from hands once stretched in promise.
Oh, how the world watches in silence,
as dignity is trampled by arrogance.
But the rider will ride on,
for his people still stand.
And history will remember—
not the cruelty, not the insult,
but the unbroken spirit
of those who will not kneel
Prompt: Like in a rollercoaster emotions go up and down. Sometimes you Don't feel anything. Only knowing that when you have been up, you will go down.
Ups become like drugs. Searching for activities to feel up. Or in fact your brain is so active there is no place for negative thoughts. You feel like good old days. Only the joy of having had a good time is not there anymore. Empty and tired again
Prompt: I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While bird song gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell
In mitternacht, die mensch-maschine
Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire-ladies
Glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue
In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked at boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends
I hope your innocence has depraved me
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness
We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there
In the star cold beyond all of your dreams
Ah!
Prompt: This time the word WIJ (WE) emerged from the letter bag. We also assumes a them. The group you belong to and who you don't. Many people are not part of us, but neither are they them. They are anonymous people who sometimes come to our retina through a news report but then disappear again. Besides now that I mention it, who still thinks of the drowned boy on a beach or the girl who walks through the ruins in Syria, crying and wondering what they have done, that this is their fate.
Sometimes people also create a WE and THEM by using labels such as Dutch, ADHD, person with a migration background, and so on. We probably know a lot of them ourselves. It is then interesting to see which WE's you belong to.
In the distant past I once followed a training course where you were allowed to create your identity molecule. What was striking was that what you had to fight for, what you had to prove yourself for again and again, also emerged as the most important from your molecule. Everything that is stated in Article 1 of the Constitution in the Netherlands, anyway. At the time I was a middle-aged, well-educated white man with a steady job, straight and married. This turned out to give quite a few privileges. Through birth, some effort and a lot of luck, a fair part of your future is already positively determined. My drawing also resembles a molecule where the protrusions, like many chemical substances, produce all kinds of effects. The huiskamerartiest wonders what you had to fight for in your life and what a birth gift was?
Prompt: Especially in moments when you're not feeling great, everything seems to pile up and feel much worse than it is. All the negative thoughts and past experiences resurface, but having a bad feeling or a bad day doesn't mean you have a bad life. This is the most important thing to remember on days like these. Allow yourself to feel your negative emotions, don't suppress them. But that doesn't mean you have to analyze everything or link it all to your inner child; sometimes there are just bad days, and that's completely okay! Life isn't about being happy all the time, because without the bad days, there would be no good ones. Don't pressure yourself or overthink things. On these days, give yourself extra love and listen to your body. Do what brings you joy read a book and snuggle up, watch your favorite series, or simply lie down in bed. Take a break from your routine and relax. And if there are things you absolutely need to do, take them slow and in a relaxed rhythm. But always remember: "Nothing is permanent, not even the worst feelings."
Prompt: The time for us to say goodbye is near
The day I hoped would never come is here
Though many hearts are broken we must somehow carry on
Cause I think you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I thought my life was over when we met
So little to remember, so much to forget
Though it was you who saw me through the darkness to the dawn
Still I think you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'm a modest man
And it hurts me to say these things to you
After all we've been through it's the least that I can do
So instead of just goodbye I'll say so long
And as for the light by which you see me leave it on
I'm a better man than I was before
knowing you has made me strong
and I sure am going to miss you when I'm gone
Yes I sure am going to miss you when I'm gone
Prompt: A large golden metal beehive with a window in each compartment fills the image. Behind the windows you can see a person in each compartment. The compartments are surrounded by steampunk-like cables and pipes. Around the beehive is a large steampunk machine with loose parts hanging from cables and pipes. Smoke is coming out. On the floor are gears and other parts.
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.
