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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 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 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: 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: 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 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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
Planet Claire B52's Dreamlike Journey Through Cosmic Forests
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Prompt: She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
Prompt: in a big empty round room there is a large steampunk coffee machine in the middle of the room. You can tap coffee all around. The hot coffee gives steam clouds in the sky.
There are people standing and talking in a circle around the coffee machine. There is an comic style elephant sitting on top of the coffee machine watching to the people.
Prompt: Then you look around and realize that your opinion and story on the internet has the same impact as a sidewalk tile lying somewhere on the globe. What emotion does justice to this realization? I can perhaps fill the void in this doodle one day. Where actions can make the world a better place, do your best. In history, the shades of black, red and white have become symbols of a regime that plunged the world into darkness and was doomed to perish. Truth, recognition, repentance, forgiveness and redemption gave hope for a better world. The makeable world, as the man sometimes says. The belief that it could really work. Looking for similarities instead of differences. Gloomy? Certainly! But in darkness, light stands out better. No spotlights at the moment, but all the little points of light like at a concert like stars in the sky.
Prompt: A man in old cloths with holes and stitches is walking with his head down in a ghetto like neighborhood. All kind of garbage is scattered around.
On a wall is a graffiti with the text: the end.
Rats are running away from the man.
The streets are dark. Between the buildings the moon gives light.
Prompt: Amidst dusty rubble sits a boy 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: A fat dirty greasy man 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.
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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