Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by
(Don't stop)
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk by
(Don't stop)
Prompt: People are standing in a circle holding hands and watching to the outside. Around the circle wolves, hyenas, rats, monkeys and are watching to this circle. Above the circle vultures are flying.
Inside the circle children are playing on green gras.
The outside of the circle is just dessert sand.
Prompt: The Devil and God are sitting next to each other on a rock watching together in to a valley where a great amount of people are fighting with each other. Everywhere are bodies of dead people. Out of the bodies are coming white ghost like clouds.
Above them angels and demons are flying around also watching the scene.
The sky is dark and filled with clouds lighted up by a red sunset.
Prompt: God said, “I command the water under the sky to come together in one place, so there will be dry ground.” And that's what happened. God named the dry ground “Land,” and he named the water “Ocean.” God looked at what he had done and saw that it was good.
God said, “I command the earth to produce all kinds of plants, including fruit trees and grain.” And that's what happened. The earth produced all kinds of vegetation. God looked at what he had done, and it was good. Evening came, then morning—that was the third day.
Prompt: A man is walking to the front of this image with confidence and bravery.
Behind him you see people in despair. They are laying on the ground. There arms are reaching towards the man in the front.
Totally in the back you see a big purple brick wall with a graffiti with the text: "Karma"
Prompt: The ovum 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: Het Zich Rechtende of: het Vuur.
Dit hexagram wil vooral vertellen hoe mensen elkaar nodig hebben.
Dat je afhankelijk bent van anderen in deze samenleving.
Zodra je beseft dat je niet zonder die anderen kunt, zal je dat alleen maar voordeel brengen.
Dan zul je 'je plaats in de wereld vinden' zoals de I Tjing dat zo mooi zegt.
Het is ook mogelijk dat je, door wie je bent of wat je doet, zo sterk met de natuur in harmonie bent, dat je die harmonie ook op anderen weet over te brengen.
In al deze gevallen zal je vraag aan de I Tjing met dit hexagram positief worden beantwoord.
Het is best mogelijk dat op liefdesgebied iemand een goed woordje voor je doet.
Iemand die bij de andere partij respect afdwingt, helpt je om het contact te verbeteren.
Prompt: And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way
Prompt: It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by
My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by
Prompt: I close my eyes
And imagine you're here
Did it all seem so hopeless
Given the chance
I would ask
Forgive me
I didn't do a thing to make you stay
I didn't say a word to make you stay
If I would have known
Could I have tried to make it easier?
But I didn't do a thing
Or say a word
One word
And I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're, you're a star in heaven
My thoughts unsaid
Stuck in my head
And it all feels so useless
Never forget to give all I have
Forgive me
I couldn't do a thing to make you stay
And I couldn't say a word to make you stay
If I could have known
Could I have tried to make it easier?
But I couldn't do a thing
Or say a word
One word
And I don't know why you're gone
Now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're, yeah you're a star in heaven
Still I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're
You're a star in heaven
You're a star in heaven now
You're a star in heaven
Yeah you're my star
Prompt: I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Mad As a Hatter
Larkin Poe
I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
It's hard to draw a clear distinction
When you are who you are
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
Though I keep playing
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best of what you are given
Off with the head, off with the head
Paint the roses, paint the roses
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Prompt: Seven little children are sitting on sand in a circle around a plant where a small green leaf is emerging. Next to the plant is a small bird with fluff in its beak. The sky is blue with a cheerful sun in the sky. Everywhere small colorful butterflies are flying around.
Prompt: A man 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 man with a axe who has cut the rope. The 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: Many dates pass like any other day. However, there are also dates that have a meaning as the start or end point of something. The history books are full of them, but as a person, family or group you sometimes share a piece of history. Smaller but often with impact. They're just numbers that people use to bring structure to what would otherwise seem like chaos. Flying Hallejula flies right through it. Always that need to contemplate but not feel. The huiskamerartiest fills the white sheet
Prompt: An astronaut in a steampunk suit walks on the moon. In the background is a steampunk spaceship. Past the man, another astronaut in a steampunk suit drives in a beautiful steampunk car. Behind the car is a cloud of moon dust. On the horizon, you see the earth in full light.
Prompt: Roadkill. This word came to mind when I saw a hedgehog lying dead on the road. Hundreds of people have driven past or over it. Maybe a few people think it's a bit sad, but in the end it doesn't make a dent in anyone's soul.
For me, small things often become very big or vice versa, I make big things small just to try to understand how the world works. Isn't every injustice ultimately roadkill? No matter what happens, eventually the world will start moving again.
The huiskamerartiest drew with this word in mind. This will not get any color.
Prompt: A man has masks with all kind of emotions from his face in front of him on a desk. He is watching in a mirror with an empty face. He has the emotion hate in his hands.
On the floor you see a lot of garbage in water.
A clock on the wall is counting in years. It counts till 100. An hour glass is almost empty.
A white Rabbit with a suit and a big pocket watch sits on the ground with a sad face.
Prompt: Put the word Huiskamerartiest as graffiti text on a wall in a bad neighborhood with much more graffiti.
On the ground you see a lot of rubbish, rats, pools of dirty water.
Between buildings a pale moon shines on the text huiskamerartiest.
A graffiti artist with a spray can in his hand is watching his work
Prompt: "WATCH YOUR BELIEFS, THEY BECOME YOUR WORDS, WATCH YOUR WORDS, THEY BECOME YOUR ACTIONS, WATCH YOUR ACTIONS, THEY BECOME YOUR HABITS. WATCH YOUR HABITS, THEY BECOME YOUR CHARACTER!"
Prompt: A middle-aged man stands in a half-collapsed tunnel where rubble half blocks the passage. Light shines between the holes and the rubble and smoke. Behind the man lies rubble that he has already cleared. Broken backpacks lie covered in dust among the rubble. Faintly shining theatre lights with purple filters hang from the ceiling of the tunnel. In niches in the wall of the tunnel you see young faces looking in.
Prompt: A man full of grieve thinking about everything and all. Who have been good and important. Who still are and why. Who have made his life better. Who have made it worse. Never forget, not possible to forgive because they act as if they did nothing wrong. Rotten souls in a rotten world creating there own hell. Karma surrounding them as feared ghosts entering there mind, there thoughts and ultimately there souls. Blackened there vision. Clouding there feelings in a green poisonous mist.
Nothing remains and they just fade away.
The man watch this and tears fills his eyes. Just the why. It could have been good for everyone.
Prompt: God said, “I command lights to appear in the sky and to separate day from night and to show the time for seasons, special days, and years. I command them to shine on the earth.” And that's what happened. God made two powerful lights, the brighter one to rule the day and the other[e] to rule the night. He also made the stars. Then God put these lights in the sky to shine on the earth, to rule day and night, and to separate light from darkness. God looked at what he had done, and it was good. Evening came, then morning—that was the fourth day.
Prompt: When all clocks stop ticking. What is then left of time?
When you die, stops the world as it is?
A white fat rabbit with a big pocket watch is afraid as he sees time stopping and everything around him is dying and leaving in a great rapture.
Time is stolen by evil red eyes demons circling around the Rabbit with mean smiles and claws as fingers
On the ground empty bodies are laying around.
It is horrific.
A purple angel is watching the scene with a burning sword in het hands
Prompt: Gestolde gedachten als lava gesmoord in een kille wereld die langzaam de hitte weg heeft genomen.
De man verloor hiermee zijn laatste dromen.
Het vuur is verdwenen. Opgebrand.
Het licht heeft geschenen. Verband.
Laatste rookwolken vervliegen in een wolk van stoom in een diepblauwe lucht. Dit met als enig geluid een man zijn laatste zucht.
Aan de horizon is een ondergaande zon die de wolken nog wat oplicht met avondrood.
De man kijkt in het laatste licht op zoek naar wat hem ooit nog verlichting bood.
De wereld lijkt leeg en verlaten.
Niemand meer om tegen te praten.
Prompt: I'M FREE- I'm free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I'm free-I'm free,
AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me
If I told you what it takes
To reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I'm free-I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free-I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me
How can we follow?
Prompt: A man is sitting on a chair in the middle of a whirlwind. The whirlwind is filled with three mad man, clowns and scary demons flying in this twister.
The whirlwind is in the middle of ruins of destroyed buildings. High in the sky the whirlwind is making an opening in dark clouds with lightning.
Prompt: Een man staat aan het strand met een bal zand in zijn hand.
Gekneed uit zand en water om het te bewaren voor later.
Eens was dat zand een door oerkrachten gevormde grote berg, die langzaam versleet door lucht en wind.
Door rivieren vervoert, kwam wat eens een massa van betekenis was het zand op een verlaten strand.
In de handen van de man kwam het zand weer bij elkaar om te dromen van een ver verleden even tot een verhaal gekneed in het heden.
Zoals een droom langzaam wegglijd uit je bewustzijn als je ontwaakt, verdween de bal zand uit de hand toen deze door zeewater werd geraakt.
Prompt: Started differently than usual with lines made of dashes. Boxes are created and I started filling them with colors and doodles. The huiskamerartiest feels watched by the drawing. Reflections of thinking. Mirrored feelings. DNA strings that form your body and brains that prepare to be inhabited by your thoughts, your feelings, your memories, built from what all your senses experience, interpret and let it learn. On the way to where the body can no longer accommodate what you have collected as a soul. Just heard that we are all droplets that rise from a large mass and eventually return there.
Prompt: Elon Musk noemt zichzelf Kekius Maximus.
Ieder dorp had vroeger een eigen dorpsgek.
We leven in een steeds kleiner wordende wereld.
Misschien is de tijd wel rijp dat wij een wereld gek krijgen.
Dit zoals in James Bond films waar een rijke gevaarlijke gek probeert macht over de wereld te krijgen.
Dit geholpen door nuttige idioten om hem heen.
Mensenlevens doen er voor dit soort gekken niet toe. Allemaal pionnen op hun schaakbord. Ze wanen zich als een soort van god die het recht hebben om te heersen en te beslissen over leven en dood.
Waanzin in een afglijdende wereld.
Waar is James Bond als je hem nodig hebt.
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.
