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.
Prompt: It is a strange way to correct mankind if to much people have chosen a wrong path to follow. Free choice is a gift and a curse.
Following somebody, God or a human, out of fear for consequences isn't the right path. Acting as if your God and can decide what is right or wrong, and judge people, isn't the right path.
The only way is to live by example. It's hard to know if your on the right path. Therefore you must be connected to your true self or if you believe your soul.
Prompt: The Perpetual Twilight of Aethelburg
In the perpetually somber city of Aethelburg, where the sky hangs like a perpetually bruised canvas and rain is not merely weather but a constant, weeping presence, Elias has loved Elara for as long as he can remember. Their childhood was a blur of shared whispers in crumbling alleyways and hushed dreams under the eaves of decaying gothic architecture, but as they grew, so too did the unspoken chasm between them.
Aethelburg itself mirrors their stagnant affection. Once a vibrant mercantile hub, it now slowly drowns in its own melancholy, its grand squares empty save for the sheen of constant puddles, its ornate buildings shedding their grandeur like tears. The gas lamps cast faint, wavering halos against the perpetual twilight, illuminating only the immediate, never the distant hope.
Elara, with her quiet grace and eyes that hold the same muted grey as the city's skies, remains oblivious, or perhaps willfully ignorant, of Elias's devotion. He has tried, in his own diffident way, to bridge the gap – a carefully pressed wildflower left on her doorstep, a half-written poem tucked into a book he knew she'd read, a lingering touch that went unnoticed. Each attempt is swallowed by the city's oppressive dampness, much like his feelings are consumed by her gentle, unseeing smile.
As the years turn, marked only by the shifting intensity of the rain, Elias finds himself a silent fixture in her life, a shadow in Aethelburg's unending dusk. He watches her from afar, a specter of unspoken desire. His love is a whispered prayer against the roar of the downpour, a fragile ember in a city that has forgotten the sun. The question isn't whether she will ever reciprocate, but whether his love, like Aethelburg itself, is destined to fade into a gentle, watery oblivion, forever unanswered, forever clinging to the hope of a dawn that may never break.
Prompt: "The deepest conflict we face is not between good and evil, but between what we are and what we pretend to be.
It is not the world that exhausts a person, but the mask he wears for so long that he forgets his true features.
We play role after role until we come to believe that silence is a flaw, tears are weakness, and solitude is an illness.
Deep within you, another self is waiting:
One that does not want to be perfect, but real.
That does not seek admiration, but peace.
That does not chase the spotlight, but rests under the shade of a tree.
The path to the self is not outside,
but in a rare courage:
To take off the mask and say:
'This is me, without embellishment.'
Prompt: Like in a rollercoaster emotions go up and down. Sometimes you Don't feel anything. Only knowing that when you have been up, you will go down.
Ups become like drugs. Searching for activities to feel up. Or in fact your brain is so active there is no place for negative thoughts. You feel like good old days. Only the joy of having had a good time is not there anymore. Empty and tired again
Prompt: This time the word WIJ (WE) emerged from the letter bag. We also assumes a them. The group you belong to and who you don't. Many people are not part of us, but neither are they them. They are anonymous people who sometimes come to our retina through a news report but then disappear again. Besides now that I mention it, who still thinks of the drowned boy on a beach or the girl who walks through the ruins in Syria, crying and wondering what they have done, that this is their fate.
Sometimes people also create a WE and THEM by using labels such as Dutch, ADHD, person with a migration background, and so on. We probably know a lot of them ourselves. It is then interesting to see which WE's you belong to.
In the distant past I once followed a training course where you were allowed to create your identity molecule. What was striking was that what you had to fight for, what you had to prove yourself for again and again, also emerged as the most important from your molecule. Everything that is stated in Article 1 of the Constitution in the Netherlands, anyway. At the time I was a middle-aged, well-educated white man with a steady job, straight and married. This turned out to give quite a few privileges. Through birth, some effort and a lot of luck, a fair part of your future is already positively determined. My drawing also resembles a molecule where the protrusions, like many chemical substances, produce all kinds of effects. The huiskamerartiest wonders what you had to fight for in your life and what a birth gift was?
Prompt: Mechanical watches fascinate me because of the small parts that together divide time into equal parts. Yet, time is an experience. When it's enjoyable, time seems to fly by. When it's boring, it is as if time has stopped.
Today I read an article that suggested it's not time that moves, but we, through time. We move through the world that we shape and color through our senses. We go from A to B and beyond. Modern technology has shortened time, or the world has become smaller, as some say.
In Star Trek, they have a transporter that takes you from A to B in a flash. Does distance or (travel) time no longer exist then?
When I'm drawing and listening to music, I feel very present in the moment, as if time doesn't exist. When I write, the same thing happens. Yet, over time, something has changed. I have a drawing, I have a story.
This drawing by the huiskamerartiest reminds me of a watch and of time. At the same time, the thought comes up about our journey through space and time and what it means when you are, in fact, trapped in a biological vehicle that ultimately travels through that time and space, and you yourself also become a story when the physical body can no longer travel further and you only exist in the memories of the people still alive.
Prompt: Especially in moments when you're not feeling great, everything seems to pile up and feel much worse than it is. All the negative thoughts and past experiences resurface, but having a bad feeling or a bad day doesn't mean you have a bad life. This is the most important thing to remember on days like these. Allow yourself to feel your negative emotions, don't suppress them. But that doesn't mean you have to analyze everything or link it all to your inner child; sometimes there are just bad days, and that's completely okay! Life isn't about being happy all the time, because without the bad days, there would be no good ones. Don't pressure yourself or overthink things. On these days, give yourself extra love and listen to your body. Do what brings you joy read a book and snuggle up, watch your favorite series, or simply lie down in bed. Take a break from your routine and relax. And if there are things you absolutely need to do, take them slow and in a relaxed rhythm. But always remember: "Nothing is permanent, not even the worst feelings."
Prompt: A Rider at the Oval
A stranger rode into the hall of power,
a weary traveler from a battered land.
He came not to beg, but to stand,
bearing the weight of his people's sorrow.
Yet cruelty met him at the door,
words like stones, cold and sharp,
not from foes upon the battlefield,
but from hands once stretched in promise.
Oh, how the world watches in silence,
as dignity is trampled by arrogance.
But the rider will ride on,
for his people still stand.
And history will remember—
not the cruelty, not the insult,
but the unbroken spirit
of those who will not kneel
Prompt: A man is in a room and there are big mirrors on the wall. Everything in the room has reflections but he as none.
He doesn't know who he is anymore because he is only have he can see himself in the eyes of others. Others who tell what they see, what they think. Now he is just a nobody. In the wall on the back is a little door in which four little children are watching the man and waving to him.
Prompt: The time for us to say goodbye is near
The day I hoped would never come is here
Though many hearts are broken we must somehow carry on
Cause I think you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I thought my life was over when we met
So little to remember, so much to forget
Though it was you who saw me through the darkness to the dawn
Still I think you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'm a modest man
And it hurts me to say these things to you
After all we've been through it's the least that I can do
So instead of just goodbye I'll say so long
And as for the light by which you see me leave it on
I'm a better man than I was before
knowing you has made me strong
and I sure am going to miss you when I'm gone
Yes I sure am going to miss you when I'm gone
Prompt: An old man sits on a large backpack. Around him hang gas balloons with the text: dreams on them. Some rise with a dangling thread. Other balloons lie broken on the ground. Behind him stands a line of friendly people on a long road to the horizon.
Prompt: I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While bird song gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell
In mitternacht, die mensch-maschine
Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire-ladies
Glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue
In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked at boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends
I hope your innocence has depraved me
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness
We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there
In the star cold beyond all of your dreams
Ah!
Prompt: Could a body close the mind out
Stitch a seam across the eye?
If you can be good, you'll live forever
If you're bad, you'll die when you die
Hearing only one true note
On the one and only sound
Unzip my body, take my heart out
'Cause I need a beat to give this tune
Taking a picture of
Taking a picture of
Taking a picture of
{Bang, bang}
Oh, the body swayed to music
Oh, the lightning glance
I would give it all and all
Maybe you would hear me
Ask for half a chance
Hearing only one root note
Planted firmly in the ground
Undo my heart, unzip my body
And lend to my ear a clear
and a deafening sound
Unzip my heart
And if I need a rhythm
It'll be to my heart I listen
If it don't put me too far wrong
And if I, and if I
And if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
If it don't put me too far wrong
Everybody smile please
Nobody pay no mind to me
Finger in position on the switch
A little flash photography
Taking a picture of you
(To my heart)
Taking a picture of,
taking a picture of me
Taking a picture
Ramalama bang bang
Flash, bang, big bang
Bing bong, ding dong
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a hammer, bang bang
Flash, bang, press gang
Bing bong, ding dong
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a st-stammer, bang bang
Crash bang, big bang
Boing boing, boing doing
Dum dum d-dum dum
With a st-stammer, the bang bang
(With a st-stammer)
With a st-stammer
(Crash bang, the bing bang)
Crash bang, big bang
(Boing boing, boing doing)
Bing bang, crash bang
(Dum dum d-dum dum)
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
And if I, and if I need a rhythm
It's gonna be to my heart I listen
Need a rhythm
Prompt: A man is climbing out of a rocky valley. He is looking up to the sun shining on him. At the top 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 other side of the valley you see demons looking down.
Prompt: A large golden metal beehive with a window in each compartment fills the image. Behind the windows you can see a person in each compartment. The compartments are surrounded by steampunk-like cables and pipes. Around the beehive is a large steampunk machine with loose parts hanging from cables and pipes. Smoke is coming out. On the floor are gears and other parts.
Prompt: A man is sitting in his future looking atelier making doodle drawings. He has a extreme big hightech headphone on his head and is listening heavy metal music. He is dressed in an astronaut uniform without the helmet. In the room music notes are floating around. The walls are filled with silver shining equipment. A big light stands in the room with a big purple bubble. The corners in the room have steel beams with screws and all kinds of steampunk gold and silver parts. On the floor little alien like creatures with big eyes are walking around.
Prompt: A pink, cheerful, drunk elephant with a large funnel on his head sits amidst a group of people looking away. Little birds fly around the funnel. In the background you see a circus tent with green, light blue and dark blue stripes. The sky is clear with a few clouds. In the foreground sits a sad clown.
Prompt: A man in a bubble is surrounded by colourful bubbles of glass with little female elfs inside is floating in the sky.
His hands and feet are touching the borders of the bubbles The man is also shining with a bright red aura making the bubbles light up in a fantastic way. Happiness is coming sparkling out of the image.
Golden Snowflakes are floating in a blue light.
Prompt: A high tech space with computers robots, robot arms that move and assemble technical parts. A man with a gas mask and airtight fluorescent green suit, stands in between. In the space is a dimensional gate from which bluish smoke comes.
Prompt: The corpses of a death elephant is lying on the ground. You can see the bones of the elephant with brown stains surrounded with rotten flesh.
Around the elephant dead trees are reaching in a red sky with white striped clouds.
Above it the sky turn blue and is filled with white stars.
Prompt: A man looks and walks into a round tunnel with a bright light in the colours of the rainbow at the end of it. On the inside of the tunnel hang pictures of a life. Starting with a baby. The further into the tunnel, the older the children in the pictures become. At the top of the tunnel hang lamps at regular intervals into the depth that radiate a yellow light on the floor.
On the ground walk little angels in a blue glow and little devils in a red glow.
Prompt: A little toddler with blond white hair and a lolly in his mouth in a three-piece blue suit with a red tie sits at the head of a conference table where several people look anxiously at the toddler.
A coloring book with torn pages lies on the table. Next to it are broken crayons Broken picture frames hang on the walls. On the floor are all broken toys
Prompt: A blue ghostly angel fights wildly with a red devil. Hands and claws are getting a firm grip on each other. Blue and red clouds surround them in a fogy way. From the clouds purple scared demons with yellow eyes fly in all directions. The sky in the background is gray, black cloudy. In these clouds is an opening where a bright light shines down on the fighters.
Prompt: An anguished human figure wrapped in a straight jacket is in a room with white pads on the walls. His head is cracked open with an explosion of peanuts and brains flying out. The mind exploding symbolizes his inner demons. His body is fighting against the confines of the straitjacket as he tries to rip it apart the seams by tightening his body muscles creating lots of muscle tension. Hendry's image represents the emotional turmoil he is going through done in the style of Flo 'n Images.
Prompt: An old man visible disturbed and a little mad is sitting in an old purple chair. His clothes are old and full of holes. On the floor papers, documents, maps are laying everywhere. On the ceiling a yellow light bulb throws light on the scene.
On the wall are photos of memories, collected in his lifetime.
In the back is a broken door. Through the holes a demon with red eyes is watching.
On a cupboard stands a statue of an eagle with wide wings
Prompt: A shape became a deer. Nothing more to do, I think. I did add some doodle plants. It was almost finished weeks ago, but then came busyness, vacation, and a brief moment where I didn't feel like drawing. The huiskamerartiest was empty for a moment. Sometimes it seems like you've already thought and figured everything out and come full circle. Patterns repeat like fractals. In space and time, we are ultimately nothing more than a single, briefly bright point that slowly fades away. Undulating through eternity, only visible when someone is looking.
Prompt: 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: make a picture of an elephant playing the harp on the site of the Statue of Liberty. In the background a burning skyline with tall buildings. In the foreground a donkey is watching this scene
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.
