Prompt: "Religion is such a great thing it's so it keeps you know there's something to be good about you want to be good you wanna it's so important I don't know if it's explained right I don't know if I am explaining it right you know you want to be good you want to go to heaven when you have something like that you wanna go to heaven OK so you want to go to heaven so if we don't have heaven OK you almost say what's the reason why do I have to be good let's not be good what difference does it make"
Prompt: The sea is wandering over the beach. Sometimes a big beach sometimes small. Just because where the sun and the moon are at a moment. The old man Watches all these moments waiting for the sunset in red and darkness arising
Prompt: An old man is on a bycicle and a woman with curly hair that is biking on her own bycicle on dunes with the sea in the background with nice waves.
A large boat is on the sea.
A Big Rabbit with a clock is watching the bikers go by. To late to late
In the sky Seagulls fly by.
Prompt: An old man is sitting in a circle of young people asking questions and listening to the wise words of the old man.
They are thinking about how to make actions of words.
Follow your heart, follow your passion, be honest and strong.
Prompt: mutual assured destruction, principle of deterrence founded on the notion that a nuclear attack by one superpower would be met with an overwhelming nuclear counterattack such that both the attacker and the defender would be annihilated.
Prompt: And then, the narcistic egoistic witch is forced to leave the forrest. She looks back with anger. Here flying monkeys are left behind in the forrest crying for there loss.
A purple owl, a purple lion, a purple rabbit and a purple eagle are watching the monkeys without emotion.
Prompt: The White Ladies of Veghel
The legend of the White Ladies of Veghel is a captivating tale rooted in the town's history. It is said that centuries ago, a group of noblewomen lived in a grand castle near the town. These women, known for their beauty and elegance, were tragically killed in a fire that consumed their home.
According to the legend, their spirits were unable to find peace and continued to roam the grounds of the ruined castle. People reported seeing ghostly figures dressed in white, wandering among the remnants of the structure. These apparitions were said to be the White Ladies, forever trapped in their sorrowful fate.
Over time, the legend of the White Ladies became an integral part of Veghel's folklore. Tales of ghostly encounters and eerie occurrences associated with the castle grounds circulated among the townspeople. Some believed that the White Ladies were harmless, merely spectres of the past. Others claimed that their presence brought misfortune or even danger to those who dared to disturb their eternal vigil.
Prompt: Overzicht
Songteksten
Luisteren
Andere opnamen
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standin' there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know
That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was cryin' on the staircase
Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while, oh oh
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me
I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh
I got tired of waiting
Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said
Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, "Marry me, Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you
Prompt: The horsemen of the apocalyps are entering 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.
Prompt: For years we braved every danger together Wherever I went I saw footsteps two pairs next to each other I also didn't know that things could go badly for me And suddenly I only saw one pair of yes, where were you at that moment You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself When the weather improved, the tracks became complete again And I then asked you why you actually did that You said I distinguished between real and fake Because you only saw one pair then because I wore you then You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself You don't get real friends And buying makes your world smaller You earn friends by being one yourself
Prompt: "Het eenzaamste moment in iemands leven is wanneer hij zijn hele wereld ziet instorten, en het enige wat hij of zij kan doen is wezenloos staren. Het is niet het verbrijzelen zelf dat je breekt; het is de stilte die volgt, de stille ruimte waarin je beseft dat er niets is." En op dat moment weet je dat je nooit meer dezelfde zult zijn. Je zult misschien iets nieuws bouwen, maar het zal nooit zijn wat je verloren hebt."
Prompt: Trickle-down economics is a theory that suggests tax cuts and benefits for the wealthy persons and corporations will eventually benefit everyone else. The idea is that these benefits will spur economic growth, job creation, and investment, which will then "trickle down" to the rest of society.
However, this theory has been widely criticized. Decades of empirical evidence suggest that it doesn't work as intended. Often, tax cuts for the wealthy lead to increased income inequality, as the benefits tend to concentrate at the top. Additionally, there's little evidence to support the claim that these tax cuts significantly stimulate economic growth or job creation. Instead, they often result in increased government deficits.
Therefore, trickle-down economics is a flawed and outdated economic theory that has consistently failed to deliver the promised benefits to the broader population.
A fat man sitting on a big steampunk machine looks down an is throwing coins to poor skinny people below.
Prompt: As a hermit in a cave, a man looks from the entrance in a valley. It is a world he has left behind. To much to see, hear, feel.
The distance helps to reflect on what's important.
The solitude gives peace of mind.
In the sky a purple sun shines on the valley.
Yellow clouds go slowly through the sky.
Prompt: A knight standing on a hill top
Sword in his left hand. Blood is on it.
A round shield with the warning sign of radioactive material on it.
Everything of the armor is rusty
He is surrounded by evil creatures in all kind of metallic colors
Some have big jaws
Some have evil claws
Some have big scary eyes
Some have spiderlike legs
The sky is filled with purple clouds
There is lightning
Beneath the clouds a orange sun shines on the landscape filled with stones from a destroyed castle.
The Knight is ready to fight for glory
From an other hill the grim reaper is waiting for the Knight to die
Prompt: From high in the sky watch down to see the next. Above old ruïnes a man is flying down as if there is no gravity. Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water. The ruïnes are covered with plants. It is peaceful. The sky is blue.
Prompt: Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!
Prompt: Zijn gedachten waren door elkaar geschud als een sneeuwbol. Alles wat zo duidelijk leek, was opeens verwarrend en vaag. Geen flauw idee hoe de vlokjes zouden neervallen en nieuwe duidelijkheid creëren. Niet meer luisteren naar zijn verstand om situaties te duiden maar zijn gevoelens.
De man houd de sneeuwbol vast en kijkt naar de dwarrelende vlokken. In de bol ziet hij zichzelf gespiegeld. Vervormd maar herkenbaar. Om hem heen zweven flarden van wolkjes.
Prompt: Kleine jongen, je bent op deze wereld
Dus zal je moeten vechten, net als ik
Ik kan het weten, het leven is niet makkelijk
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Ooh, kleine jongen, als jij dan later groot bent
Dan is je vader er misschien niet meer
Vertel maar aan je eigen kinderen
De wijze lessen van je ouwe heer
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd, dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Kleine jongen, op school al zul je merken
Dat alles draait om cijfers en om macht
Dat moet je weten, dus leer wat je moet leren
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Kleine jongen, er zijn veel goeie mensen
Maar slechte zijn er ook, helaas 't is waar
Je moet maar denken
Dat eerlijk het langste duurt, geloof me maar
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Prompt: No one rules if no one obeys. A text I once came across. It does appeal at first. This is because many rules of what we call the system also maintain them. Injustice is caused by people who apply the rules blindly or worse still based on prejudices.
Befehl ist befehl: it is a good thing that you can hide behind a hierarchy that gives you the assignment. After this, try to get rid of it with a: wir haben es nicht gewusst.
After the second war, they tried to investigate why humans were capable of incredible cruelty. Just Google the Milgram experiment.
In Animal Farm the pigs gave themselves more rights than others under the motto: All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.
Ultimately, rules can even kill a democracy. Look at Hitler Germany. One question is which direction Trump USA is going with project 2025. Where there are no rules for their gut feelings, for example, they use anti-abortion legislation while it is actually about controlling women.
The huiskamerartiest finds this scary!
Prompt: A man is asked how he feels
Not what he thinks
It is anger
Loneliness
Betrayed
Abandoned
Sad
Disappointed
All feelings are present in short times after each other depending on which memories are in his mind.
Prompt: Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown, finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Prompt: A man is standing in a bloody pool of organs and other body parts. In between big viruses and bacteria that are hostile against the man in a biohazard suit. They are ripping the suit.
In the sky are floating angry looking bacteria
Green and yellow gas is coming out of the wast.
Prompt: Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
Think of all the great things we would do?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
Prompt: A balloon filled with tears
Pulled out to his maximum ready to explode
Surrounded by sharp needles coming out of the voice of people
Tears of sadness
Sometimes tears of happiness
Only reason for life is making other people happy and prevent sadness
Prompt: Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to block your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep awaiting
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When they stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes, no
No, the sunshine never comes
Push you cross that line
Just stay down this time
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You'll have your time
God, I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color on this grave
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When they stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
Love is a four letter word
And never spoken here
Love is a four letter word
Here in this prison
I suffer this no longer
I'll put an end to
This I swear
This I swear
The sun will shine
This I swear
Prompt: As some already know, I have a bag of letters from which I take random letters and then make a word. This time the word (lieg) lie. As a finite verb it is I lie and the imperative mood is lie! as a kind of assignment. Everyone seems to lie, whether or not on orders or under pressure from others. You have the truth that is formed from facts, observations and experiences that you see in reality. Reality exists independently of the experience of it. With faith, people create a truth that resembles an illusion that promises a Utopia if you follow the right rules. Politics seems similar too. Then you also believe a certain reality where if you leave out enough facts you can create a truth that looks more like a dystopia. There is no longer any space for those who think differently. The lie rules, they sometimes say. In short, the huiskamerartiest found this an interesting word to work with because negative experiences often start with lies. For some, the truth too, but that is if they have been caught lying.
The best saying is that the truth is easier than the lie. You don't have to remember the truth.
Ultimately, it is their own lies that can destroy people if they have lived their lies. A pathetic existence.
Prompt: I need something to sedate me but bI cannot afford the high.
The brain is asking for relief. Stop me feeling the pain of existence. Give me comfort.
Block transport. Redirect my brainpaths to more cosy feelings
Make the world soft. Keep away the demo like thoughts
Needles for vains. Alcohol for the frontal kwab.
Clouds of smoke for the lungs to enter the blood
I am not a Warrior.
I surrender. It is all poison. It is all uncomfortable sadness and despair. Just build a wall between the world and the needs I have.
Make me free. Take away my knowledge. It does not matter. Stupidity is reigning the world.
No education just Bell feelings.
Uncontrolled hatred for simple minds
Stop thinking. Stop feeling.
Prompt: A purple ghost is flying around a sad man. Only thing left for the man are memories. He is looking at a purple building with yellow windows and a silver metal decoration at the front. Graffitis fill the walls. Trash cans lay everywhere
He is standing on a half pipe with a skateboard in his hand. The floor is wet of rain. The lights of the building are reflecting in the pools.
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a man who is standing up in a powerful way. His hands are fists. He is fighting with the demons. At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light Demons are also 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: Many letters, with the word PI π appealing to me the most. It stands for a number. It is the ratio between the circumference and the diameter of a circle. It is an irrational number. Irrational is also not fitting in rationality. This is a good way to describe the behavior of people in large groups. Organized madness with which humanity repeatedly reduces human lives from suffering to statistics in a repetitive circle.
When I was young, I was idealistic and wanted to improve the world. The world eventually became smaller and smaller. In my work I tried to help people in all kinds of ways and eventually that world seems to become as small as my family and a few people around me. Then you think of your children and grandchildren who grow up in this world together with other children and grandchildren. A world where without ideals the question is how it will eventually become their world. What do we want to leave behind for them?
The huiskamerartiest is in a circle and is looking for a place to escape from the madness.
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.
