Prompt: Create an evolved yellifish with eyes, a brain, and a family.
Under the water they created a village.
Family's of evolved yellifish float around.
Prompt: Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
Prompt: You can feel words. Words can hurt you mentally. In Braille you can write words that you can physically feel. Dots become words, words become sentences, sentences become stories. Drawing with words. From your associations, images arise in your head and a story comes to life.
The sound of silence can leave you feeling empty. Keeping silent as if you don't exist and yet a story emerges. Silence screaming in your head. Thoughts deform, meander, tease, bore, lost and abandoned. Silence builds words, sentences and a story.
The huiskamerartiest had half a story, a whole drawing and ultimately a complete image.
Prompt: In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera
Is there inside my mind
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there inside your mind
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear
Your spirit and my voice (my spirit and your voice)
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there inside my mind (your mind)
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
Sing, my angel of music
Sing, my angel
Sing for me
Sing
Sing, my angel
Sing forme
Prompt: A man stands in the middle of a room. In it are more people who have turned there back to him.
Through windows you see people look inside waving to the man in the middle.
On the floor you see all kinds of documents in a disordered way.
On the wall are photos of a time long ago.
On the ceiling a single bulb is spreading a warm light.
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 huiskamerartiest 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 is sitting on a mushroom red with white dots. The grim reaper is approaching him. A little bit of white smoke is slightly moving on the ground. The Rabbit with a clock in his hand is watching the scene In the trees demons with red eyes are watching down. Between the trees you see the sun sets with bright yellow light in a Misty sphere
Prompt: And then you look inside and just feel numb and tired. A change in the brain and in thoughts you feel like it can never change. You cannot become the man I used to be. Like a piece of paper crumpled and at some places burned. You can try to make it flat again but will always see the damage. Perhaps try to make something new from this piece of paper. Perhaps I can make it more interesting.
Prompt: I've been living to see you
Dying to see you
But it shouldn't be like this
This was unexpected
What do I do now?
Could we start again, please?
I've been very hopeful, so far
Now, for the first time
I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me
This is just a dream
Or could we start again, please?
I think you've made your point now
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home
Before it gets too frightening
We ought to call a halt
So, could we start again, please?
I've been living to see you
Dying to see you
But it shouldn't be like this
This was unexpected
What do I do now?
Could we start again, please?
I think you've made your point now
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home
Before it gets too frightening
We ought to call a halt
So, could we start again, please?
Prompt: On a gray sidewalk tile floating in space stands a small knight, waving a keyboard and a computer mouse in his hands. In the space you see many lightning-like yellow lines running.
Prompt: There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
When you open your mouth you don't talk, you shout
And you give every body the blame,
But when they catch you up,
They will shut you up
And you got no one to blame
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
There's a rat in me kitchen
When you out on the street,
You practice lies and deceit
And you scandalize my name
But when I catch you up
I'm gonna pull you up
I'm gonna check-out inside your brain
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
When yo deh pon the scene,
You make everyone scream
Because they know your so unjust
But when they catch you up
They will kick you up
Because you someone they cannot trust
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
You invade my space
Make me feel disgraced
And you just don't give a damn
If I had my way
If I had my say
I'd like to see you hang
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
Prompt: When you are sixty year old, you have collected a lot of experience. You have had your own road together with others. Some things you expected some things where a surprise. A lot is what fits in a live.
At the end of the road a bright light is shining.
You Don't know how much time you have got before your road ends.
Enjoy the great and little things.
Prompt: People look at each other from the trenches. With hatred, fear, anger, sadness, powerlessness. Between the two trenches a destroyed piece of land with rubble. Behind the trenches, ghosts rise into a crimson sky. Two children play on the piece of land, unaware of where they actually are. An angel watches from the sky.
Prompt: A baby in a space suit flies through space and is still connected to its mother by the umbilical cord, who is also floating in space. In the background you can see the globe with the North Pole in the picture.
Prompt: A king with an orange face and a golden crown filled with red elements sits on a large mountain of bananas. Around him, monkeys with wings fly around.
Prompt: A country without children is a country without a future. Adults of all ages stand around a large mountain of children's toys. There are no children amongst them. Above the mountain of toys is an opening through the cloud cover where the sun shines down on the mountain of toys.
High in the sky you see bomber airplanes. The adults stand in the shadow of the clouds. The landscape beyond is barren, dark and filled with dead trees
Prompt: Prejudice and Exclusion: A Global Burden
Prejudice and exclusion, rooted in biases and discrimination, cast a long shadow over our world. These harmful attitudes and behaviors create divisions, limiting opportunities and fostering inequality.
At the individual level, prejudice can lead to emotional distress, reduced self-esteem, and isolation. It can hinder personal growth and limit career prospects. On a societal level, prejudice and exclusion contribute to social unrest, economic stagnation, and political instability.
Moreover, these attitudes can perpetuate cycles of poverty and disadvantage, particularly for marginalized groups. By denying access to education, employment, and healthcare, prejudice and exclusion exacerbate existing inequalities. In essence, these harmful forces hinder human progress and create a less just and equitable world.
Steampunk Factory: A World of Gears and Workers crushing people in the system.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Sad people crushed and destroyed by the system looking like a steampunk machine. At the machine civil servants are controlling it by turning on buttons.
In the background you see a fat rich man enjoying what he has accomplished.
The building looks like a industrial old complex.
Prompt: Little children dance ballet among the ruins of a war-torn city. The sun shines through the holes in the walls on the dancing children. The sky is bright blue. In the foreground, bright flowers carefully emerge from the dust.
Prompt: Make an old wall filled with all kinds of graffiti. As a final graffiti, spray the text: "youw verhaal" in blue, light blue and dark green on the wall in thick letters.
A little bit of paint is dripping down.
On the ground in front are empty spray cans and an old backpack. Also an old ghetto blaster.
Prompt: Overzicht
Songteksten
Video's
Luisteren
Andere opnamen
Another red letter day
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating
The other half ran away
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber
Got a pain in the chest
Doctors on strike what you need is a rest
It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends
Right till the end
Now it's a beautiful day
The postman delivered a letter from your lover
Only a phone call away
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number
As a matter of fact
You're getting used to life without him in your way
It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends
Right till the end
It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand friends will be friends
Right till the end
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cause right till the end, friends will be friends
Yeah, yeah
Prompt: Make a collection of 10 glass bubbles that are connected by glass corridors through which all kinds of colored liquids flow and mixed colors are created in the bubbles. Place the bubbles in a steampunk scaffolding that supports the bubbles. Place the whole thing in a large political dome room
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 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.
Prompt: A big elephant is sitting on his bottom on a round table.
Around him people are sitting on chairs talking to each other.
The people are sitting in the light.
The elephant is sitting in the dark.
The elephant has big eyes.
The room in which they are has windows on all sides.
Prompt: Just being with thoughts in a good past after living a part of the past. Remembering what you have lost.
The scar opens up and hate comes like blood running out of it.
A dark demon on your shoulder in conflict with an bright angel on the other shoulder. Let it go tells the angel. Revenge says the demon.
Stop, stop, I am to tired to Revenge but also to let go.
Prompt: There are two empty trenches looking like those in a war. Between those trenches is a higher park-like terrain. There stands a large silver shiny referee whistle. In the trenches are no people but unorganized piles of thick law books and folders with papers. On the terrain between the trenches men and women are standing chatting happily with each other. Clouds in the shape of a large letter M hang above the terrain and the sun casts a shadow in the shape of an M on the terrain.
Prompt: Daar lig je dan bedolven door het gestuifde zand,
niet ver van de kust ben je voor het laatst geland.
Je vleugels gespreid, je vlees aan het verdwijnen,
lig je daar langzaam te rotten en weg te kwijnen.
Voorheen kwam je voorbij op de golven van de wind,
boven de zee en een zandkasteel bouwend kind.
Net zo vergankelijk als het kasteel bij opkomend vloed,
Verdwijn je langzaam bij roodwordend zonnegloed.
Prompt: The four horsemen of the apocalyps are entering on there horse the world. Within there trail all there influence can be seen. Death, war, conquest and famine. People in the front are looking in dispair to the coming of the end. The sky behind the scene is dark with lightning and turbulence.
One horse is red, one horse is black, one horse is green, one horse is white pale
Prompt: Als de oorlog komt
En als ik dan moet schuilen
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt
Waar ik niet bij wil horen
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt
Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan
Mag ik dan bij jou?
En als ik iets moet zijn
Wat ik nooit geweest ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt
En als ik dan bang ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de avond valt
En 't is mij te donker
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de lente komt
En als ik dan verliefd ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als de liefde komt
En ik weet het zeker
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen
Als het nergens anders kan?
En als ik moet huilen
Droog jij m'n tranen dan?
Want als ik bij jou mag
Mag jij altijd bij mij
Kom wanneer je wilt
'K hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het einde komt
En als ik dan bang ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als het einde komt
En als ik dan alleen ben
Mag ik dan bij jou?
Prompt: I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: The Black Death was a devastating global epidemic of bubonic plague that struck Europe and Asia in the mid-1300s. The plague arrived in Europe in October 1347, when 12 ships from the Black Sea docked at the Sicilian port of Messina. People gathered on the docks were met with a horrifying surprise: Most sailors aboard the ships were dead, and those still alive were gravely ill and covered in black boils that oozed blood and pus. Sicilian authorities hastily ordered the fleet of “death ships” out of the harbor, but it was too late: Over the next five years, the Black Death would kill more than 20 million people in Europe—almost one-third of the continent’s population.
Prompt: In the depths of mythology, there exists the chilling legend of the Demon of Time, a haunting specter cloaked in darkness, its sinister silhouette draped in an ominous hood. With bony fingers gnarled and twisted like the branches of a gnarled tree, it lurks within the shadows, an eternal guardian of the master clock. Its relentless gaze fixates upon the clock's hands, as it pushes them forward with an unyielding determination, driving the inexorable march of time itself. Each movement is accompanied by an eerie whisper, a foreboding murmur that echoes through the corridors of eternity. Those who dare to glimpse its malevolent form are filled with a sense of dread, for they know that the Demon of Time brooks no defiance, and its unyielding will is as implacable as the passage of time it commands.
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.
