Prompt: Tired, looking old, no energy, a lonely man watching to people just doing what they like.He is sitting in a dark corner. To exhausted to fight.
The people have No respect, no love, no hate, just no interest. Not caring the man being alive or death.
Forgotten while alive. Forgotten what he has done for them. Even betrayed him.
In the room the floor is filled with dust. Through the windows are purple light shines inside.
Children are crying but the people Don't care. Just searching for there own pleasure
Prompt: From high in the sky watch down to see the next.
Above old ruïnes a man is flying. Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water. The ruïnes are covered with plants. It is peaceful. The sky is blue.
Prompt: A man has build a wall behind him with big stones.
Behind the wall a purple light shines high in the sky and lights up the clouds.
He is walking away from it. The man wears black clothes. On his shirt is the letter omega in the color yellow.
He looks toward the viewer of the image.
He walks on a reflecting thin layer of clear water.
Prompt: In my work with the defendants (at the Nuremberg Trials 1945-1949) I was searching for the nature of evil, and I now think I have come close to defining it: a lack of empathy. It's the one characteristic that connects all the defendants, a genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow men.
Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.
Prompt: She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
Yeah she's the queen of the street
What a piece of meat
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Blue jeans and leather
Her heels are high
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Yeah, she's the queen of the street
What a special treat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
With words of fire
She'll make you small
With eyes that smile
She'll make you tall
With words of fire
She'll make you small
But you would rather wait a year
Till she gave you a call
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
But she's queen of the streets
What a piece of meat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
Prompt: A blurred filled mind. Stuffed with thoughts making it so full the man is looking with sad Mad eyes to the world.
He is floating so high you can see the world is round.
The sky is going from blue to black.
An angel with white wings is watching the scene.
Prompt: There's a war inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken
So I call this therapist
And she said girl you can't be fixed just take this
I'm tired of tryin' to be normal
I'm always overthinking
I'm driving myself crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I've been searching city streets
Trying to find the missing piece like you said
And I searched hard only to find
There's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind
Yeah, I'm tired of tryin' to be normal
I'm always over thinking
I'm driving myself crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy
Yeah I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy yeah
I'm tired of trying to be normal
I'm driving myself crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Prompt: I have a foreboding of an America in
my children's or grandchildren's time
when the - United States is a service and
information economy; when nearly all the
key manufacturing industries have slipped
away to other countries; when awesome
technological powers are in the hands of
a very few, and no one representing the
public interest can even grasp the issues;
when the people have lost the ability to
set their own agendas or knowledgeably
question those in authority; when, clutching
our crystals and nervously consulting our
horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline,
unable to distinguish between what feels
good and what's true, we slide, almost
without noticing, back into superstition
and darkness. The dumbing down of
America is most evident in the slow decay
of substantive content in the enormously
influential media, the 30-second sound
bites (now down to 10 seconds or less),
lowest common denominator programming,
credulous presentations on pseudoscience
and superstition, but especially a kind of
celebration of ignorance
Prompt: To work with doodles differently, I have a bag full of letters from which I take a handful. Then I see what I can and want to put. The word ZIE (SEE). I first drew the letters and quickly got the association with the song See me, feel me by the Who from the rock opera Tommy. The song continues to be sung with touch me and ultimately heal me. That people see, feel and touch you. This is so that we can ultimately become a whole person. The huiskamerartiest could do something with this. No one in the rock opera can get through to Tommy, who has become blind, deaf and dum due to trauma. Eventually he falls through a mirror after which he can see, hear and talk again. How much symbolism is there and how much more can you come up with? I feel at home in this song.
Prompt: "Loneliness is a seductive trap, poison that, once tasted, turns into a habit." Your calmness and peace envelops you like a cloak, making you forget the tumult of human interactions. Over time, the desire to distance yourself from others increases as it drains your energies and exposes your fragility. Loneliness may seem like a refuge, but it's a mirage that isolates us from true connections"
Prompt: A man is sitting in a chair
He has papers and pictures in his hand
His past makes him thinking of the people he met on his path. People he loved, liked, knew, ignored and sometimes hated.
All mirrors and reflections of how his brain processed the input from his seances.
The room is filled with old furniture, records, books and memories.
A lonely light shines in the room.
A door is open and shows a beautiful garden of Eden with a holy man in it.
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.
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 ready to attack the demons.
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: Darkness is surrounding a man who is standing up in a powerful way. His hands are fists. He is standing on a lot of defeated demons At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light. Some demons are flying away from 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: Darkness is surrounding a man who is standing up in a powerful way. His hands are fists. He is standing on a lot of defeated dead demons At the horizon you can see a little bit of purple light. On the ground you see splattered purple blood. A scary dead tree is standing in the background.
Prompt: A man is standing in the middle of a dessert with hills.
His hands are up in the air like a Prophet and he is speaking. His face is old, his hair are grey
There is no one to see and no one who hears him.
A lot of ostrich with have all there heads deep in the sand are around him.
The scene is light.
A snake is curling around his legs.
Prompt: A man is inside a colourful bubble.
He is touching the inside of the bubble.
The bubble is floating in the inside of what looks like a brain.
You see neurons connecting with each other.
The nerves transport energy in the form of light.
Vains are bringing oxygen in the form of blue spots
Prompt: A man is facing the grim reaper. The man stands on the left. The grim reaper on the right. He is not afraid. The grim reaper is big and looks down on the man. He has the scith in both hands. You can see the head of the grim reaper. It is a skull.
They are standing in a dark landscape with death trees. In the trees are demons with yellow eyes looking at the scene. In the back is a bright lighted tunnel. In it there are a lot of people watching. The tunnel van be seen between the man and the grim reaper.
Prompt: There is a big conference table. There are 13 chairs around it. Every seat is taken. 7 women and 6 man.
On the middle of the table sits a big elephant.
On a cupboard are standing little elephants.
On every picture on the wall are elephants.
In the room is an elephant flying with big ears like Dombo.
Prompt: A man is looking up at a tower and is pulling at the bottom of a tower on the rope of a big church bell.It is in a round brick tower. The bell is falling down to the bottom of the tower with high speed towards the man. In the top of the tower you see a fat man looking down with a big knife who is cutting the rope.
The fat man has an evil look in his eye and is dressed like a ceo. Around the scene demons are flying round with big claws and green eyes. The sky is dark, filled with purple clouds and bright yellow lighting
Prompt: There is a crowd and you only see silhouettes of people from the back watching a band playing.
Towards you comes a bright full happy women smiling at you. Happy to see you
The lights on stage have al kind of colours.
Prompt: A man with a big mad smile in a strait jacket is strapped on a electric chair which is connected to a steampunk machine operated by two idiots with blonde hair and orange skin. They are wearing steampunk clothes in red, black and white. Red, white and black cables run across the ground from the Steampunk machine to sewers on the ground. Rats and demons are crawling up from these wells.
Green poissened gas is coming out of the sewer.
Out of an holes in the ground a mad clown pips up.
Prompt: Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes.
You that build all the big bombs.
You that hide behind walls.
You that hide behind desks.
I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could?
I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made, will never buy back your soul.
Prompt: A man in blue and yellow clothes sits in the middle of a large group of clowns with red baseball caps on their heads. The clowns are all wearing clothes in the colors red, white and blue. In the background is a brick wall filled with 5 pointed stars in all sizes. The ground is strewn with silver and gold Serpentine.
Prompt: A battery like a doll with hands and feet stands bent over while its tired eyes look forward. On the gray dusty ground lie all small yellow balls that emit small lightning bolts. The sky in the background has a purple glow through which hazy yellow sunbeams shine.
Prompt: Children in military uniforms sit shoulder to shoulder in a trench and look up. They hold catapults and guns made from pipe in their hands. Wooden beams support the walls of the trench. The ground is muddy. Above the trench you can see branches of trees with sunbeams shining between the leaves in the trench.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man with light yellow hair and pig like eyes in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
The room itself has dirty broken windows. The walls are covered with Spider rag. On one wall is an old photo of the Christmas man. The list is broken the glass is shattered.
Through the windows wind blows in snow.
Prompt: Create an image that symbolizes the end time as predicted in the Bible in a horrific way.
Just make one little spot where you can see the predicted glory.
Prompt: An old man sits in an old armchair. A faint glow surrounds him, with luminous particles slowly rising. He sits in a room with a cobwebbed, broken-pane window to his right. On the wall behind him hang yellowed black-and-white photos of family members. On the left, an old door stands open. In the opening stands the reaper, his scythe staring at the man.
Prompt: All these aired opinions, spoken and written, change little in the polarized bubbles of dissenters. Within their own bubble, everyone enjoys the confirmation of their verbal rightness. Trolls try to break into the other bubbles. Not to be right, but to provoke others and, from behind their keyboards through their screens, to enjoy unproven comments about someone who has been seduced into the created darkness. This is based on the idea that the pen is mightier than the sword that has been forged into a plow. Colliding bubbles that do not merge but instead lead to greater distance.
Prompt: Opinions, opinions, opinions! You're bombarded with them in all sorts of media. From nicely analyzed by the brain to the word-like diarrhea of angry, disappointed, know-it-all, sick people. Amidst all this diarrhea, nothing smells or looks pleasant anymore. The opinion sewer is commercialized because people like to be tickled in their guts and think they can eventually find true happiness in a manipulated and polarized world. Egged on by those who produce the most beautiful diarrhea, they allow themselves to be lured into a trap and used by the true profiteers of the opinion chaos in this world. They control their puppets with invisible strings. Who are they? Not the ones who suffer the disadvantages, but the ones who profit from them.
Prompt: A man looks in a mirror, but there's no reflection. The mirrors to his left and right also have no reflection. Photos and folders lie on the table. More crates containing folders lie on the floor. Spiderwebs and dust bunnies hang in the corners of the room. A happy spider with purple eyes and a top hat sits on the table.
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.
