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 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 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: I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time
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: 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: 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: 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: "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: 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: 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: 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: “Do you love me?” Alice asked softly.
“No,” said the White Rabbit. “I don’t love you.”
Alice frowned and clasped her hands, the way she always did when she felt small and hurt.
“You see?” the Rabbit continued. “Now you’ll start wondering what’s wrong with you. Why you’re not enough. Why I can’t love you at least a little.”
He paused, then leaned in with eyes full of gentle wisdom.
“That’s why I can’t love you—not yet. Because love isn’t supposed to fill the holes inside you. If you don’t love yourself, even just a little, then every careless word, every misunderstanding, every grey day from someone else will cut deep like a blade.”
He looked at her kindly. “People hurt each other, Alice. Even the good ones. Not because they mean to, but because they’re tired or lost or struggling with something no one can see. That’s life. And you, my dear, must be strong enough not to crumble when it happens.”
Alice looked down, quiet.
The White Rabbit smiled. “The first time I saw you, I made a promise to myself. ‘I won’t love her until she learns to love herself.’ Because then, and only then, will your heart be safe—whether I’m here or not.”
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: 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: 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: A man stands on the beach with a ball of sand in his hand. Kneaded from sand and water to save it for later. Once that sand was a large mountain formed by primal forces, which slowly wore away by air and wind. Transported by rivers, what was once a mass of sand came to a deserted beach. In the hands of the man the sand came together again to dream of a distant past kneaded into a story in the present. Just as a dream slowly slips away from your consciousness when you wake up, the ball of sand disappeared from the hand when it was hit by seawater.
Prompt: What can you do about world problems on your own. While I was doodling, this butterfly emerged. Butterflies are often colorful. In addition, they are part of the so-called butterfly effect. A flying butterfly can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world if it moves air at the right time. A kind of domino effect. If the first stone falls, the rest are doomed to fall. The moral of the story: no matter how small an action seems, you never know what movement will start. That is why the huiskamerartiest obediently continues to draw.
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: 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: 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: On the ground in a fairytale forest lies an empty caterpillar cocoon with an opening at the front. A butterfly, rainbow-colored, flies from the cocoon toward the blue sky. Small children stand on toadstools, waving goodbye to the butterfly. Happy, old, gray-haired people sit on the branches of the trees.
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.
