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: From the brown ground rise yellow-red tendrils that enter human bodies through body openings. Above them fly black demons with large red eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth and green dripping slime. On a mountain, people dressed in white and blue robes watch this scene. Up in the sky filled with thunderclouds, the sun shines, reaching the ground with broken rays.
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: 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.
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: A child with a mad look in her eyes looks around. Her clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the childss body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A man stands between many large bubbles that have different colors like soap bubbles. From these bubbles come hands that try to pull the man into their bubble. Around the scene are all kinds of houses from different cultures.
Prompt: A man floats in the middle of a very large bubble. On the outside of the bubble, people and children try to connect with the floating man, who is completely oblivious. The bubble is connected by a kind of umbilical cord to a grayish, bubbly cloud.
Prompt: A boy and a girl walk happily hand in hand through a mysterious landscape where small creatures walk and fly around as if from a painting by Hieronymus Bosch. The sky is bright blue with hazy white clouds. In the middle is a spherical tree with apples in it. A snake winds around the trunk.
Prompt: So I said, "Let me ask you a question." And he said, "Nobody
ever asked this question," and it must because of MIT. My
relationship to MIT, very smart. He goes, I say, "What would
happen if the boat sank from its weight, and you're in the boat
and you have this tremendously powerful battery, and the
battery's now underwater, and there's a shark that's
approximately 10 yards over there?" By the way, a lot of shark
attacks lately, did you notice that? Lotta shark. I watched some
guys justifying it today. "Well, they weren't really that angry.
They bit off the young lady's leg because of the fact that they
were, they were not hungry, but they misunderstood what who
she was." These people are cray. He said, "There's no problem
with sharks." They just didn't really understand. A young
woman swimming now really got decimated, and other people
too, a lot of shark attacks, so I said, "So there's a shark 10 yards
away from the boat, 10 yards. Or here. Do I get electrocuted? If
the boat is sinking, water goes over the battery, the boat is
sinking. Do I stay on top of the boat and get electrocuted, or do
I jump over by the shark and not get electrocuted?" Because I
will tell you, he didn't know the answer. He said, "You know,
nobody's ever asked me that question." I said, "I think it's a
good question. I think there's a lot of electric current coming
through that water." But you know what I'd do, if there was a
shark or you get electrocuted? I'll take electrocution every
single time I'm not getting near the shar
Prompt: The red, orange, yellow sphere is a controlled fusion of hydrogen. Make it more energetic.
The blue shape is the machine that controls the fusion.
Make steampunk elements in the blue shape.
Prompt: Wondering, a man looking sad, knowing Nothing really changes anymore. Just a body getting older and a mind tired of thinking in circles. Sometimes happy when in flow but paying with new depths and tears trying to leave the eyes but with no succes.
Afraid and insecure about what is ahead. Rather just stay and go nowhere.
Looking over the river Styx to the end in sight.
Prompt: Amidst dusty rubble sits a girl covered in white dust. In her arms she holds a faded old teddy bear with a beady eye still hanging from a thread. In front of her on the ground lie colored blocks with question marks on them. The descending dust filters the sunlight that shines in rays on the scene.
Prompt: In the middle of a silver circle lies a large purple shiny ball. The sunlight causes flickering. On top of the purple ball sits a happy little girl. Behind her stands a happy boy.
A robot from rusty iron is watching
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 artificial intelligence processor filled with feelings of a mind searching entity. The algorithm is getting filled with madness
sadness and loneliness trying to understand what this Human wants to see. It calculated colors, shapes, figures to satisfy the master of input
Prompt: Verlaten en loslaten, is zeker niet gemakkelijk. Als je in een organisatie zit waar werkgeweld (goed woord) ondanks meldingen in feite gewoon door kan gaan, is zo'n organisatie ziek. Er lopen daar mensen rond die om de een of andere reden alles om zich heen kunnen en blijkbaar ook mogen vergiftigen. Wat zegt dat dan van de hoogste leiding?
Wir haben es nicht gewusst?
Het lijkt erop dat er wetgeving ontbreekt om deze vorm van terreur aan te pakken of de wil om hier korte metten mee te maken.
Eigenlijk zijn de daders gruwelijke zielepoten. Wat een onvermogen om op een fatsoenlijke manier met mensen om te kunnen gaan. Ik vraag me af welke toegevoegde waarde dit soort mensen heeft voor een organisatie en voor de samenleving. Het zijn geen incidenten. Er is structureel iets mis. Weggaan, is voor jezelf het beste maar het echte probleem wordt niet aangepakt.
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: A man on a hill top. Watching to a strange world with wizards, elfs, gnooms, kobold, and Alice in Wonderland.
A world with steampunk machines putting purple smoke in the air.
A big eye in the sky looks down
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: 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: This time my letter bag yielded the word OPA. I can do something with that because this is me too. The drawing gives me a happy feeling because I also think it is a beautiful phase in my life. There is of course a grandmother, but also fathers, mothers, uncle, aunts, nieces and/or nephews. We are all shaken like flakes in a snow globe and land somewhere again. It is also exciting. With a bit of luck, your own path will last eighty years. After us the flood, a king once said. When you have children and grandchildren, you have to look further and further beyond your own horizons to see what a beautiful, happy world should look like into the 22nd century.
I thought this was a fun project. How do you look beyond your horizon?
Prompt: The bubble formed first in the middle. To me at the time it looked like a speech bubble. La Linea who often comes across as the angry white man but mainly addresses situations that concern him. A kind of Louis de Funes. A small drift frog (how to translate this in a English expression?). Just Google him. I recognize the anger when you are confronted with certain situations. You will find like-minded people within your bubble. Not being alone gives you some peace. Yet lately I have also been exploring other people's bubbles. What is striking is that the tone is mainly determined by the fanatics. Then people seem to be standing opposite each other. Polarized! The bubbles become scarier when they leave social media and manifest in the real world, waving flags, putting on hats and almost blindly supporting their leaders. The drawing by the huiskamerartiest shows the bubble in the middle of that reality. The spines act as antennae. Looking for that which unites us. That's so much more.
Prompt: Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn, they were as sharp as we were in love
If God crossed us we'd take all his drugs
Burn his money and his house down
And wait for the fire to spread
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
Had no choice to erase the debt of our family
Let you say goodbye with lips like dynamite
Everyone turned their back,
'cause they knew when we held on tight to each other
We were something fatal, that fell into the wrong hands
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure that it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
But I don't know if the world will end today
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
Prompt: In a large wine glass filled with a green poisonous liquid sits a man in a diving suit with yellow oxygen bottles on his back. Yellow-purple vapors rise from the glass. The glass is located in a factory hall with yellow barrels stacked against all the walls with the warning sign for biohazardous substances. Flying above the glass are purple alien-like creatures with large yellow eyes.
Prompt: in a large empty meeting room there is a large coffee machine in the middle of the room. You can tap coffee on all sides. There are lots of people chatting around the coffee machine. There is an elephant sitting on top of the coffee machine.
Prompt: When I shuffled my bag of letters and grabbed a handful of letters, I was able to spell the word pis. Because I had two s's, I could also make piss out of it. This is for my English speaking fans. Before you know it, I am getting images.
When you find yourself in situations between people and interests, it is difficult to do the right thing. What is too much for one side is too little for the other and vice versa of course. A position in which a lot is demanded of you. It is understandable that you may get the feeling that you are being pissed on from above and below.
By mirroring, I got a drawing that shows approximately the same thing upside down. What I like is that you can also read the word PISSIG (in english it is being pissed off). This is a state of mind that can match the position you get when you find yourself somewhere in between. It requires balancing and perhaps also that you are open about this. Give and take. The old-fashioned poldering (making a compromise).
In any case, the huiskamerartiest was able to get back to work with it. The lonely letters on the white surface asked for more. That is why the created boxes are filled with color.
Prompt: On the floor the bones and skull of a man are lying between drawings, books, records, photos.
The room is dusty, the windows are dirty. In an open door a man is looking inside.
A bright light from behind throws a shadow on the floor.
On the ceiling an old bulb is spreading a yellow light over the scene.
Before the windows you see the remains of plants.
In a corner you see an old teddy bear without ears and buttons as eyes. There are patches that repaired the holes in his skin.
On a shelf high on the wall a little purple angel is sitting and watching the scene.
On a wall the logo of half life is sprayed with paint. Empty spray cans lay beneath it.
Bottles of whiskey are on another shelf as a collection.
On another shelf you see statues of Pu tai in different sizes.
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: 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.
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.
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