Prompt: Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?
With her first hello
She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
There'd never be another love another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things
With angel songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along who could be lonely?
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I know I'll need her until the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
Prompt: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.
Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.
There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.
Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.
Prompt: As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind, I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind, I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds, will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
Prompt: The situation is incomplete, but the chaos of the past is giving way to order—the goal is in sight. Nevertheless, you are still treading on thin ice. Though the way ahead is unobstructed and the goal is clear, a cautious and careful attitude is still important, lest you slip and fall.
Prompt: Design a 6th generation fighter jet plane. Invisible to radar. Flying in the air with condensation trails against an orange light of a setting sun. Give the appearance a Dutch design. With red, white, blue and orange details. Incorporate gold and silver elements in details.
Add weapons in the weapon Bays.
Prompt: While listening to an old playlist on Spotify, I also come across music that matched that period. It was the early days of Spotify for me. I collected music like a kid in a candy store. It was also the time of dance parties where gabber, hardstyle, house, acid and so on were played. I learned that besides beautiful memories there was also another side. A certain part of the youth used all kinds of pills, as still happens today. One of the drugs causes users to have chewing jaws. I have all the letters of the alphabet in one bag several times. The word knaag (gawn) came up when I had random letters that I associated with the music. The beautiful memories are created by the people with whom you took on the challenges.
The domino represents the idea that the fall of the first stone causes a series of stones to fall, in which events are in fact already determined. If you reason back in time, that logical order is there. In a program on Discovery (seconds before disaster), events that ultimately lead to a disaster are followed back in time, with the disaster presented as a fait accompli as the result of falling dominoes.
As a human being, only the present is a reality. The past exists only in our memory and the future in our imagination.
The huiskamerartiest has created a reality on paper. How it came about is in my memory. What ultimately happens to it is an interesting question. There comes a time when both I and the drawing no longer exist. Did it really happen?
Prompt: Just wondering if I can and will be waiting for the right moment. I Don't forgive I Don't forget. Perhaps karma is more Mercy full.
Perhaps I should be glad I am not the same as those who can do wrong without remorse.
What to do?
It is not only about me but also because of the ones they can hurt in the future.
Prompt: An old man walks a road
Looking back on the track and sees devestation as the final destination. Angels in the sky with swords of fire look at a crowd of desperate people. To late to save their souls.
Prompt: A steampunk like machine with black smoke is standing in a desolated landscape.
In the front is standing a man with a big hammer.
On top of the machine a fat man in a expensive suite and a big cigar in his mouth watched with fear to the man in the front.
The sky is filled with red clouds.
Prompt: A blue ghostly angel fights and wrestels wildly with a red devil. Blue and red clouds surround them in a Misty fog. 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 walks along a road, people of all ages and small children are walking next to him. Behind him on the road at different distances people are standing still and looking at the man who is walking further. The landscape consists of buildings that get older the further back they are. In the background there are ruins. Above all those people colorful strings hang down from the sky. On the left and right are large speakers that vibrate to the gabber music that comes out of them.
Prompt: Darkness is surrounding a man who is crouched sitting on the ground. An angel with a golden shine around her head is whispering in the ears of the manAt 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: Make this drawing look like a space ship .
Add steampunk elements and make the colors more metallic.
Make the purple figures look more like astronauts.
Prompt: See the leaves how slow they tumble down
Covering the green and yellow lawn
As proof of what has been and what will come
Enjoying hazy lights of early dawn
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
See the tears how slow they tumble down
Covering believe in empty vows
As proof of what has been and what will be
Alcohol puts us both to sleep
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of live
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
We tend to lose
Prompt: Fly straight with perfection
Find me a new direction
You never realized the things they said
We'll never realize until we're dead
The fires they burned along the coast of triumphs
The ebony embittered souls of children
We'll seek another way before too long
But will you stop my wind before I'm gone
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
And when you find me
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
My friend you're black and when you fly you're wild
I am white sometimes I behave just like a child
The northern seas are cold but they're our own
We'll sail your southern seas before too long
When I was a viking
My friend he was the raven
Prompt: A man stands in a large steampunk metal circle. His feet are attached to the bottom with cuffs. His arms are tied with chains to the side of the circle. Around the circle is all kinds of steampunk equipment. A fat man wearing posh clothes and a top hat stands at a control panel. He has a big cigar in his mouth.
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: Here come the morning that I say goodbye to ya
Here come the morning that I say goodbye
But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason
Here come the morning that I say goodbye to ya
Here come the morning that'll say goodbye
But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason
See the stones coming at my window
See they left man no protection
Tell his family that he won't be ok
K-I-L-L!
Check the angles from both forces
Overcome by the need to fight it
Fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Here come the morning that I say goodbye to ya
Here come the morning that I say goodbye
But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason
Here come the morning that I say goodbye to ya
Here come the morning that I say goodbye
But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason
I hear the sounds all around
Here come the morning that I say goodbye to ya
Here come the morning that I say goodbye
But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason
Prompt: God said, “I command the ocean to be full of living creatures, and I command birds to fly above the earth.” So God made the giant sea monsters and all the living creatures that swim in the ocean. He also made every kind of bird. God looked at what he had done, and it was good. Then he gave the living creatures his blessing—he told the ocean creatures to increase and live everywhere in the ocean and the birds to increase everywhere on earth. Evening came, then morning—that was the fifth day.
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
Prompt: Just get away. All of you can is disappear for all I care I don't feel like learning to be good I'll end up in the gutter anyway Children don't want to play with me Call me a rat and point at me The only one I care about He's never there, that's my dad My mother can't stand me I never do anything right for her I don't even have to ask for love Swearing is all she does No wonder my dad went sailing I wasn't allowed to come along, I'm too small I have to do it on my own Until he comes back someday If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone Maybe when dad is on the ship When he's back from the sea He says again, listen Cis Why don't you come with me I'm only a child after all I can't do it all alone Maybe I'll find happiness someday But how that's a big problem If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone
Prompt: If you see me walking down the streets
And I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
Make believe
I can see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I just want to cry
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem so broken in pieces
Walk on by
Aah walk on by
With foolish pride
If I can't see the tears
Let me hide
From the tears and the sadness
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
Just go for a stroll in the trees
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
And make believe
That I can't see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
Prompt: Each year they parade her about, The traditional Halloween witch. Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, A toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw protracting form. A bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this is abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature, I disagree, I believe this to be how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness and presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any saw a frightened normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her, and to give names or say whatever would stop the questions.
Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch. As the witch was paraded through the town, in route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various, horrible ways, all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body.
The jeering crowds viewed the result of hours of torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone, replaced by a grimace of broken teeth, and torn gums that leer beneath a battered disfigured nose.
The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like cropping claws to steady her broken body.
All semblance of humanity gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween Witch and hold her sacred. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect.
Prompt: on an old brick wall there is a large black wet paint spot with splashes in all directions. The text: "KARMA" is written in gold letters. On the ground in front of it are ten empty dented spray cans. To the side stands an old man wearing a gas mask and a spray can in his hand.
Prompt: A shiny golden spider web hangs above a blue velvety background. A silver shiny spider sits in the middle of the web. A purple shiny fly with red compound eyes is stuck in the web
Prompt: Make a drawing as if you are listening to trance house while using LSD or another psychedelic substance Use fluorised colors and a person with glasses and rainbows and stars.
This while having a scary bad trip
Thick as a brick Celestial Fusion: Nature's Surreal Harmony
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AIVision
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1024 X 1024
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Prompt: Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My words but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction, the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel, is so far away
I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame
Spin me back down the years
And the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains
And shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
Prompt: in a large empty round room there is a large coffee machine in the middle of the room. You can tap coffee all around. There are lots of people chatting standing in a circle around the coffee machine. There is an comic style elephant sitting on top of the coffee machine.
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: In the dessert A man is crowling through the sand Very thirsty The sun shines like a copper disk in the sky A vulture is waiting on a pile of bones. At the horizon a mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb is rising in the sky.
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.
