Prompt: A dark, dark fairytale environment with a small young gnome crying in the middle. Between the scary, branchy trees, fluttering spirits float, leaving a vague trail of light behind them. High in the sky hangs a pale moon, shining a gloomy light.
Prompt: Two scientist put the clock hands of the doomsday clock at Midnight.
Through a big window you see a big atomic explosion with a rising mushroom cloud.
The walls are filled with equipment, handles, clocks, steampunk objects, radar screen, geigerteller. This all in copper, silver and gold metals.
On the floor little green aliens are watching the scene
Prompt: A man is climbing out of a rocky valley. He is looking up to the sun shining on him. At the top of the mountains you see flowers in all kinds of color. In the shadow on the bottom of the valley you see piles of skulls and bones in green fluid.
Between the bones rats are crawling. At the dark side of the valley you see demons looking down.
One half of the valley is dark and scary. The other side is joyful and happy
Boy on Dock Watches Ghostly Flames Rise based on a piece of text from Lord of the flies
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Prompt: "We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?... His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend [the others] called Piggy... Maybe there is a beast... maybe it's only us."
Lord of the flies
Prompt: A bright soul is flying away from Earth into space.
The Earth is a round blue sphere with Europe being seen.
The space is dark.
Around the soul you see more souls leaving Earth on a unknown yourney.
Angels are between the souls.
Far beneath them you can see ISS.
Prompt: There are moments in time where you have a time before, that what happened and how your live has changed afterwards.
It will never be the same again because the scars in your mind will stay for ever. Your thoughts can never flow as they did before.
Like a stone in a river changes the way of the water.
In the end all water goes to the sea, evaporates, becoming clouds, rains down and floats again.
Prompt: Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best
And
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing
And
Always look on the bright side of life
(Come on)
Always look on the right side of life
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin
Give the audience a grin
Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow
So always look on the bright side of death
A just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughin' as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you
And
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the right side of life
(C'mon Brian, cheer up)
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the bright side of life
I mean, what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
You're going back to nothing
What have you lost? Nothing
Always look on the right side of life
Nothing will come from nothing, ya know what they say
Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin (Always look on the right side of life)
Prompt: A Sinner is lying on the ground as a foetus. Demons are stabbing him with there sharp claws.
Out of the body of the Sinner vains and nerves are spreading out over the flour, wall and ceiling.
On the wall are all faces of pain, sorrow, despair looking to the Sinner
The scene is lighted by candle light.
Prompt: A man took lsd and the world looks very different to him. Nothing is normal. Music becomes colors. Colors become sound. Every thing is surrounded by fluorescent light. Nothing seems real in the way it should be. Out of the ground are coming demons crawling. From the sky bright white angels are falling down. The drugs make the world only more creepy.
A big fat man dressed as a circus director is watching the man with a big smile on his face.
Prompt: Interessant om hier de reacties te lezen. Ik ben sinds een tijd niet meer in het jongerenwerk actief en voel me nu als een vis op het droge. Als ik nu terugkijk, was die context voor mij met mijn super drukke associërende gedachten van links naar rechts en van boven naar onderen mijn ideale plek om te leven en te werken.
Een vis moet zwemmen, een vogel vliegt en een mens die loopt en allemaal in hun eigen habitat waar ze het best tot hun recht komen. Een eend kan dat wel allemaal en kwaakt er ook nog eens bij. Waar voel je je het fijnst?
Prompt: A silent man is standing in the middle of a wall build around him as a circle. You can see the bricks it is made of. It looks like a little tower. Around the wall little black demons are flying with there mouths wide open filled with sharp teeth. From the bottom a purple light shines up. In the back of the scene is a big mirror in which you can see the wall. On the bricks are blue tears. The surface around the wall is filled with skulls and bones. Between the skulls and bones poison Ivy is growing
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: Father time is looking back in a year filled with events of happiness and greeve, excitement and horror, life and death. A year in which nothing really changed. Perhaps even got worse.
So much potential to make Earth the best place to live in the universe.
In a bright light you see the new year baby ready to be born attached with his umbilical cord to a garden of Eden.
Prompt: Toe maar jongens de beuk erin
Ja vooruit maar lui zet hem op
Gif en rotzooi in de zee
De oceaan een grote plee
De vis die gaat maar zo niet dood
De zee is zo ontzettend groot
Dit gaat het snelst en tijd is geld iets anders
wordt te duur
Wij zijn de baas in de natuur
(Raldaldee in de Waddenzee ga je mee)
Toe maar jongens de beuk erin
Ja vooruit maar lui zet hem op
De laatste bomen gaan eraan
Als deel van een bestemmingsplan
Een stankgolf hier een roetwolk daar
De industrie moet voort nietwaar
Gezondheid welzijnenzovoort: dat is allang verstoord
Straks stikt iedereen de moord
(Raldeldel en ik lust hem wel tante Nel)
Toe maar jongens de beuk erin
Ja vooruit maar lui zet hem op
Maak je medemens maar af
Een megatonnen massagraf
In Ulster of in Mozambique
Gereformeerd of katholiek
Koeieneer en martel maar ja knuppel ze maar neer
Liefst in naam der Lieve Heer
(Raldalda in Amerika ga maar na)
Toe maar jongens de beuk erin
Ja vooruit maar lui zet hem op
Blijf maar trouw aan elk gezag
Dat niets presteert maar alles mag
En heb maar niet te veel kritiek
Op heel die ouwe-lullenkliek
Vol oorlogszucht en machtsmisbruik kwaadaardig en gemeen
En met schijt aan iedereen
(Raldaldal van je kauwgombal in het dal)
Toe maar jongens de beuk erin
Ja vooruit maar lui zet hem op
Blameer de communisten maar
Of geef de schuld maar aan elkaar
Of doe e boel maar af met God
Ook als de hele troep verrot
En steek je kop maar in het zand dat is het beste want
Het loopt al aardig uit de hand
(Vuilnisbak van je kouwe kak in de slee
Weet je wat ze zee: dike tante Kee
En er komme d'r nog twee en mot je nog een C
Of een koppie thee, ole)
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a man who is standing on the ground. An angel with a golden shine around her head in a white dress and feather like wings is whispering in the ears of the man. In the other ear a demon is whispering. At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are flying above the man. There eyes are purple, there hands are claws. On the ground you see splattered purple paint. A scary dead tree is standing in the background.
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 time the bag of letters gave me the word ogen (eyes). For an artist, having eyes is quite important. In fact, it often starts with looking very closely. Sometimes to the world outside your head, sometimes to the world inside your head. It has been said that eyes are mirrors of the soul. In it you see the truth as a reflection of your being. There are many expressions with an eye in them.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. An old form of justice that actually indicates that the suffering you have caused someone else is also returned to you. It's clear. Cutting off a hand for theft or being hanged, as in old England, rather ignores this principle. What is justice when people have done something wrong to you? Restorative justice is a beautiful thing. The perpetrator is asked what he wants to do to make things right and the victim can indicate what he or she needs. This means that you must have an objective view of the suffering.
The huiskamerartiest can think things through and notices that understanding how something happened does not automatically lead to understanding. It's quite complicated to do really well.
Whether or not to color this drawing. Fortunately, both are possible here. What do you prefer?
Prompt: Everywhere are eyes watching the viewer. They are brown or blue. The blue ones float around the brown ones
There is no space between the eyes not filled with eyes.
The white of the eyes is filled with red vains
Prompt: The statue of Liberty is climbing the Eiffel Tower
She is putting the torch on top of it.
The torch shines a bright light on the surface.
Through a hole in the clouds an ufo is descending leaving trails
Prompt: Pure sadness
Knowing how the world is in the end
An understanding of the purpose of live.
In fact nothing changes.
Born
Wtf
Dead
It is filled with emotions
Prompt: The shape of an eye was created during the drawing process. The eyes as a mirror of the soul. Where you can read sadness without words. Inability that has nowhere to go and eventually leaves your eyes and drips down in the form of tears. Your experiences hinder a clear view, but images still arise in your thoughts. Reality is not in the past or the future. The present lasts only a very short time. Ultimately, your brain creates its own truth and the huiskamerartiest makes a drawing of it.
Prompt: “Allen die zich in Nederland bevinden, worden in gelijke gevallen gelijk behandeld. Discriminatie wegens godsdienst, levensovertuiging, politieke gezindheid, ras, geslacht, handicap, seksuele gerichtheid of op welke grond dan ook, is niet toegestaan”.
Prompt: My mind is clearer now.
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be.
If you strip away The myth from the man,
You will see where we all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good you've done
Will soon get swept away.
You've begun to matter more
Than the things you say.
Listen Jesus I don't like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I've been your right hand man all along.
You have set them all on fire.
They think they've found the new Messiah.
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.
I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of God then, we called you a man.
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died.
But every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way.
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied.
Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood He'd have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.
He'd have caused nobody harm; no one alarm.
Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd.
For we are getting much too loud.
And they'll crush us if we go too far.
If they go too far....
Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.
All your followers are blind.
Too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it's sour.
Yes it's all gone sour.
Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
see'mon, see'mon
He won't listen to me ...
see'mon, see'mon
He won't listen to me ...
Prompt: Neither you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand,
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews,
Nor Judas, nor the twelve
Nor the priests, nor the scribes,
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is,
Understand what glory is,
Understand at all,
Understand at all.
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem,
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes.
But you close your eyes.
While you live, your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem.
To conquer death, you only have to die.
You only have to die.
Prompt: The four horsemen of the apocalyps are entering on there horse the world. Within there trail all there influence can be seen. Death, war, conquest and famine. People in the front are looking in dispair to the coming of the end. The sky behind the scene is dark with lightning and turbulence.
One horse is red, one horse is black, one horse is green, one horse is white pale
Prompt: How did i get here?
Sitting on this spinning sphere
When will I leave here
We know death is always near
I try to understand but answers don't come easily
Friends always deceiving me
Is this what life's supposed to be?
Human animals
We roam the earth in search of blood
Hope for humanity?
I don't think there ever was
We're in perpetual war, and that's the only law
Can I change it? I doubt it
So I write songs about it
I was young once but now I've grown old
Right in front of your еyes you've seen my life unfold
I had no choicе as I became the underdog's voice
A young black kid... look what the fuck I did!
When I'm gone there'll be someone to carry on
We can give in, give up, or we can stay strong
How accepting of the bullshit we've all become
This whole world is... comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
You've got a TV, a computer, so you don't care
A roof, some clothes, some food
That's right, it's all there
Lock yourself in your house, try to forget about
The millions dyin' from wars, starvation and drought
You've got your own problems - yes, we all do
Nobody is free from stress, not him, or me, or you
But still we judge each other, we want to pick a fight
In the streets we kill each other, each and every weeknight
I don't want no drama but I carry a gun
I don't want no problems but they'll probably come
So we get high to wash away the pain
Self-medication, but that shit is all done in vain
We think that we can hide away from the misery
You can close your eyes but still can plainly see
There's nowhere to run...
You're just comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
I spent half my life just trying to survive
And the other half trying to keep you all alive
For some reason I still care
I've done my dirt
It's amazing that i'm
Prompt: The universe began, scientists believe, with every speck of its energy jammed into a very tiny point. This extremely dense point exploded with unimaginable force, creating matter and propelling it outward to make the billions of galaxies of our vast universe. Astrophysicists dubbed this titanic explosion the Big Bang.
Prompt: Down in the sewer, picking up on a lot of empty.
A rat scurried past, its beady eyes reflecting the dim, flickering light of a lone bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the distant rumble of the city above.
A lone figure moved through the darkness, his silhouette elongated by the shadows. He was a man of the underworld, a scavenger who lived off the discarded remnants of society. His name was Jack, and the sewer was his domain.
He paused, his keen senses picking up on a disturbance. A faint cry echoed through the tunnels, a desperate plea for help. Jack followed the sound, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The cry led him to a small, forgotten chamber. There, huddled in a corner, was a young woman, her face pale and drawn. She was trapped, a victim of circumstance, lost and alone in the depths of the city's underbelly.
"Don't worry," Jack said, his voice soothing. "I'll get you out of here."
With a steady hand, he worked to free her from the debris that had trapped her. As he pulled her to safety, he couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. He was a guardian of the lost, a protector of the vulnerable.
As they emerged from the darkness, the city lights blinded them for a moment. The woman blinked, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. She turned to Jack, her gaze filled with gratitude.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Jack smiled. "It's what I do."
And with that, he turned and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving the woman to find her way home. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. After all, in the labyrinthine world of the sewer, everyone was connected, bound by the same darkness and the same hope for a better tomorrow.
Prompt: Your body as the house of your soul. A house that is growing and offering more space for thoughts and feelings. There was a time you entered the house but not aware of it's function.
When your body grows older your soul gets more captured in a building that isslowly destroying itselfs. There comes a time that your thoughts, feeling and mind lose its connecting with the building. You get lost. Where do you go as the building slowly disappears?
Prompt: The word clown came up when I wanted to do something with letters. Coulrophobia is fear of clowns. This is because you cannot see their real face and emotions. Often painted white, but sometimes also orange. More devils in disguise. So-called saviors of the people against a designated enemy.
Then we better have Pipo. Sapperflap. His message at the end of his program: goodbye birds, goodbye flowers, goodbye children was small and sweet for the little ones. When we see how the clowns in positions of power behave towards the world, it is too often a bitter reality. Children's lives are being destroyed without remorse.
The rainbow colors radiate some hope from the huiskamerartiest in the midst of dark thoughts.
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.
