Prompt: A young man with a backpack is standing in front of a round tunnel with a brick stones entrance. Around the bricks you see golden symbols.
Above the entrance you see a sign of an Eagle.
Next to the left side you see a spade standing against the wall.
There are lightbulbs in the tunnel that is very deep.
In front are lying books on the ground.
Prompt: A pink, cheerful, drunk elephant with a large funnel like a hat 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: Make an image of a man standing on top of a ruïne with a lot of crazy mad looking people crawling to the top and grabbing the man.
The people have dirty old clothes with holes. At the bottom people are crawling on the ground towards the people climbing up.
The background looks like a scene from hell.
Flames are making red and yellow colors on the scene. Dark shadows are over the people.
In the sky are flying demon like creatures.
Prompt: A leader with a red cap and blue suite with a red tie is standing for a big shearing crowd.
Behind him is a wall of ship containers with signs of different countries. Everywhere you see percentage signs
Prompt: Een man zijn ziel lijkt opgesloten in zijn lichaam.
Het lichaam heeft tralies waar de ziel door naar buiten kijkt
Het lichaam is oud en versleten. De geest is moe en beperkt.
De ziel probeert te ontsnappen.
Om het lichaam heen vliegen kleine lichtgevende bolletjes van energie.
Wachtend om de ziel mee te nemen naar een nieuwe bestemming.
Hoog in de lucht opent zich een lichtgevend gat.
Prompt: A giraffe made of balloons in gold and silver colors stands among plants made of balloons in green colors where red, blue and yellow flowers made with small balloons are located.
Prompt: Now and then, I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love, and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin'
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
Guess that I don't need that, though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin' it was always somethin' that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Readin' into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin' (ah)
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough (ah)
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number (ah)
Guess that I don't need that, though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody I used to know
Somebody (now you're just somebody that I used to know)
Somebody I used to know
Somebody (now you're just somebody that I used to know)
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know somebody
Prompt: A little laughing girl with blond hair sits on a cheerful giraffe. Around them are other happy little children. The air is filled with yellow birds that stand out beautifully in the blue sky where a cheerful sun lights up the scene.
Prompt: From a large field of bubbling mud, eyeballs with blue and brown irises emerge from the blubber. They are attached to nerves at different heights. A light mist floats over the ground, illuminated by a setting sun on the horizon
Prompt: Jeremy Griffith ziet menselijk gedrag als een resultaat van een evolutieproces. Volgens hem zijn we niet van nature slecht, maar hebben we door de ontwikkeling van ons bewustzijn een soort 'mentale crisis' gekregen. Deze crisis ontstaat doordat we onze instinctieve, coöperatieve natuur in conflict brengen met ons vermogen tot abstract denken.
Griffith stelt dat we ons competitieve en agressieve gedrag vaak toeschrijven aan onze 'primitieve' instincten, maar dat dit niet klopt. In plaats daarvan is het volgens hem het gevolg van onze pogingen om ons eigen gedrag te rationaliseren en te begrijpen in een wereld die vaak onlogisch en onrechtvaardig lijkt.
Door inzicht te krijgen in deze 'menselijke conditie', gelooft Griffith dat we ons gedrag kunnen veranderen en een meer harmonieuze samenleving kunnen creëren. Zijn theorieën zijn controversieel, maar hebben wel een grote groep aanhangers die op zoek zijn naar een verklaring voor het lijden in de wereld.
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: Change every color in flowers of alien origin looking more like machines in s little steampunk way.
Somewhere a little robot is walking in this garden having joy
Prompt: The beginning and the end are far apart. Thoughts spin in circles, reaching nowhere and everywhere. The flakes from the shaken snowball all fall down and tell a story. How do you look at a finished puzzle? Put it together again as if your life could start over, while you know it all comes down to the same thing? Patterns keep repeating. The herd runs the same elephant paths that herds have paved for ages. You only see it when you get it. Snap, snap. Understanding the meaninglessness. When the circle is complete, everything starts again—different actors, same play. Kings, clowns, but no difference. Masses allow themselves to be played and used again.
Prompt: A man in a tracksuit is dancing to gabber music. Two very large speakers blow the music through the room. The Rotterdam Terror Corps logo is on the wall between the speakers. There are all kinds of cracks in this wall where dust comes out. A shower of pills falls from the ceiling. Little purple aliens with big green eyes are dancing around on the ground.
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: I am tired
No energy
No concentration
No joy
Living step by step.
Little sparkles of happiness
Forgetting for a moment what botters.
One road with a beginning and an end.
No start no finish
Prompt: There is a transparent elephant in one room. People stand around it, seeing the elephant but otherwise ignoring it. In the right corner is a coffee machine surrounded by people whispering in each other's ears. In the left corner are three men dressed in costumes. One covers his ears, one covers his eyes. One covers his mouth. An old-fashioned oil lamp hangs from the ceiling, emitting a flickering yellow light.
Prompt: An old man with number 67 on his back runs towards a finish. Before the finish everything is dry and grey. Behind the finish stand colourfully dressed men, women and happy children.
Prompt: Big questions of live. From Earth rises live to go in the circle to death after asking why after why
Make the drawing look more organic with blood vessels and nerves
Prompt: The egg explodes into a human being. The brain is increasingly filled with thick, thin and dying paths due to lack of energy. More and more information is stored, ordered, logically and illogically combined into wisdom or madness. Self-defense consists of blocking certain paths. Paths that you do not want to go on. Sometimes you do not have to go on until a harsh reality destroys blockages. The rawness suffocates you, makes you small. You learn or you do not. The road to the end is always tempting. An end out of fear or an end out of resignation. Knowing that life is a snake that bites its own tail. The inevitable repetition.
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: 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: 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
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 in the black spot.. On the ground in front of it are ten empty dented spray cans. To the right side stands an old man wearing a gas mask and a spray can in his hand watching the black spot.
Prompt: A man in a straitjacket is strapped to a steampunk machine operated by two idiots with blonde hair and orange skin. They are wearing 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 crawl up from these wells.
Thick as a brick Celestial Fusion: Nature's Surreal Harmony
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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
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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