Prompt: Fields they have eyes
Woods they have ears
Fish always sink
Head first downwards
I'll never dismount
I ride this tiger
Crosses are ladders
Leading to heaven
I'm a warrior
I take no prisoner
Keep the candle burning
Bright in the window
It's the only light i'll see tonight
Beggars can't be choosers
Shrouds they have no pockets
Some of us wake up
Others roll over
But not I
I'm a warrior
This is my land
I'm a warrior
This is my land
I'll never surrender
I'm a warrior
Hear this dog bark
Watch the trees sway
Keep the candle burning
Both night and day
Many invade
I take no quarter
This is my land
I'll never surrender
I'm a warrior
This is my land
I'll never surrender
I'm a warrior
I'll never surrender
I take no prisoner
I'm a warrior
Warrior
I'm a warrior
These fields have eyes
These woods have ears
Many invade
But I take no quarter
This is my land
I'm a warrior
I'm a warrior
I'll never dismount
I ride the tiger
Prompt: Fearless the Warrior stands on the remains of his enemies.
He has a big gun in his hand. He has a gasmask on his face. On his jacket he has hanggranates.
On the battlefield yellow smoke is floating
Everywhere are little fyers.
In the sky a red sun tries to penetrate the clouds
Prompt: Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
Think of all the great things we would do?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days
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: In a dirty alley with a lot of garbage a man is sitting against a wall looking up to the moon.
The walls are filled with graffiti.
The moon is the only source of light and shines between the walls on the face of the man.
On a rusty balcony is a raven looking down to the man.
Rats are walking on the floor.
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: Thinking about all disasters men can put on itself. Pollution, climate change, world war three, biological warfare, cybercrime, starvation, extermination of species, hate crimes and so on.
As if nature itself has no possibilities to destroy us.
Sad.
A man stands like a phrofet watching all of this.
High in the sky an angel of Doom is preparing.
Prompt: A man is watching how alien robots with six legs are walking through a destroyed landscape sending laserbeams to surviving live.
The man is holding a mirror to reflect the laserbeams back to the aliens.
The sky is filled with smoke raising up from burning buildings.
Prompt: A man is standing in a bloody pool of organs and other body parts. In between big viruses and bacteria that are hostile against the man in a biohazard suit. They are ripping the suit.
In the sky are floating angry looking bacteria
Green and yellow gas is coming out of the wast.
Prompt: Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown, finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Prompt: A man is standing in a green toxic river of poison. Out of this river vicious monsters pop out of the surface.
The man wears a suite to protect him for the bio Hazard and has a gasmask in his hand. At the bank of the river a fat man with a cigar in his mouth is laughing. He looks like and old fashioned capitalist.
Skulls are floating in the river.
Prompt: Ontwerp een bankbiljet van 666 Euro. Op het biljet symbolen plaatsen van vrijmetselarij, the new World order, Illuminati en aliens.
Het biljet is samengesteld met de kleuren van de regenboog.
Prompt: This time the bag of letters gave me the word ogen (eyes). For an artist, having eyes is quite important. In fact, it often starts with looking very closely. Sometimes to the world outside your head, sometimes to the world inside your head. It has been said that eyes are mirrors of the soul. In it you see the truth as a reflection of your being. There are many expressions with an eye in them.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. An old form of justice that actually indicates that the suffering you have caused someone else is also returned to you. It's clear. Cutting off a hand for theft or being hanged, as in old England, rather ignores this principle. What is justice when people have done something wrong to you? Restorative justice is a beautiful thing. The perpetrator is asked what he wants to do to make things right and the victim can indicate what he or she needs. This means that you must have an objective view of the suffering.
The huiskamerartiest can think things through and notices that understanding how something happened does not automatically lead to understanding. It's quite complicated to do really well.
Whether or not to color this drawing. Fortunately, both are possible here. What do you prefer?
Prompt: Vanuit kikker perspectief kijkt een pion omhoog naar de andere schaakstukken in het spel. Ze hebben allemaal gezichten.
De witte schaakstukken kijken boos naar de zwarte stukken.
De stukken staan zoals bij aanvang van het spel.
Het schaakbord staat in een oude victoriaanse kamer.
Door de ramen schijnt vaal zonlicht naar binnen.
Prompt: Everywhere are eyes watching the viewer. They are brown or blue. The blue ones float around the brown ones
There is no space between the eyes not filled with eyes.
The white of the eyes is filled with red vains
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: Complete madness has taken over the world
Failed humans with wrong connected brains try to change everything to fit to their image of the world
Believing that what they know is right.
Other people are just puppets they use like pawns.
These idiots are surrounded by there court. People who join the maniacs to save their own ass
Prompt: The statue of Liberty is climbing the Eiffel Tower
She is putting the torch on top of it.
The torch shines a bright light on the surface.
Through a hole in the clouds an ufo is descending leaving trails
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 man is asked how he feels
Not what he thinks
It is anger
Loneliness
Betrayed
Abandoned
Sad
Disappointed
All feelings are present in short times after each other depending on which memories are in his mind.
Prompt: Een man staat in het midden van een kamer.
Uit hem komen allemaal infuus slangen en kabels. Deze zijn verbonden met allemaal andere mensen.
Deze zuigen de energie uit de man die vermoeid en uitgemergeld is.
Aan de wanden hangen foto's van familie, collega's, vrienden en bekenden.
Door een raam schijnt een avondrood zonnetje naar binnen.
Op de grond hangt een vage witte mist.
Aan het plafond hangt een ouderwetse lamp die een geel licht schijnt op de mensen eronder.
Prompt: This time my letter bag yielded the word OPA. I can do something with that because this is me too. The drawing gives me a happy feeling because I also think it is a beautiful phase in my life. There is of course a grandmother, but also fathers, mothers, uncle, aunts, nieces and/or nephews. We are all shaken like flakes in a snow globe and land somewhere again. It is also exciting. With a bit of luck, your own path will last eighty years. After us the flood, a king once said. When you have children and grandchildren, you have to look further and further beyond your own horizons to see what a beautiful, happy world should look like into the 22nd century.
I thought this was a fun project. How do you look beyond your horizon?
Prompt: Adrian Monk, played by Tony Shalhoub, is the title character and protagonist of the USA Network television series "Monk." He is a renowned former homicide detective for the San Francisco Police Department.
Monk's life took a tragic turn when his wife Trudy was murdered in a car bomb, leaving him with an intensified obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) and multiple phobias. These conditions led to his suspension from the police department.
Despite his challenges, Monk possesses an extraordinary ability to observe minute details and solve complex crimes. He works as a private police homicide consultant, using his unique perspective to assist the San Francisco Police Department in solving cases.
Monk's character is a fascinating blend of brilliance and eccentricity. His OCD manifests in various ways, such as an obsessive need for order, cleanliness, and specific routines. He also suffers from a multitude of phobias, ranging from common fears like germs and heights to more unusual ones like milk and balloons.
Despite his challenges, Monk's determination to overcome his fears and return to his former glory as a detective drives the series. He undergoes therapy with Dr. Neven Bell, aiming to regain control of his life and potentially be reinstated as a police detective.
Monk's journey is filled with humor, heart, and suspense as he navigates his personal struggles while solving intricate crimes. His unique perspective and unwavering dedication to justice make him a beloved and iconic character in television history.
Prompt: The man is working hard because when he is working his mind is occupied with the problems of others and there is no space in his brain for his own sad thoughts and feelings.
Tears are fighting to get out and give peace of mind to the man. He is fighting to keep them inside.
Being betrayed by others was bad. Being betrayed by his own people was evil.
They are living as if nothing happened.
They try to avoid contact because they see them and their behaviour mirrored in the man.
Black demons are floating around the scene and watching with green eyes and claws as fingers.
From a distance a purple angel is trying to save the man from his own thoughts by sending beams of light filled with energy.
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: On the floor the bones and skull of a man are lying between drawings, books, records, photos.
The room is dusty, the windows are dirty. In an open door a man is looking inside.
A bright light from behind throws a shadow on the floor.
On the ceiling an old bulb is spreading a yellow light over the scene.
Before the windows you see the remains of plants.
In a corner you see an old teddy bear without ears and buttons as eyes. There are patches that repaired the holes in his skin.
On a shelf high on the wall a little purple angel is sitting and watching the scene.
On a wall the logo of half life is sprayed with paint. Empty spray cans lay beneath it.
Bottles of whiskey are on another shelf as a collection.
On another shelf you see statues of Pu tai in different sizes.
Prompt: If you're hiding a friend in your attic, and his mortal enemy comes to the door and asks if he's there, the *question* is a lie. They're really asking "can I come in and kill your friend?"
"No" is a completely truthful answer to that question.
A lot of life works like this.
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: A little child is sitting on the floor surrounded by toys. She is watching the adults around her who have to create the world she will live in after the grown ups are gone.
She just feels the worry's because she has no words to speak or think.
In a mirror she sees herself as the grown up she is going to become.
Prompt: A man is seeing the end of his road.
He is knowing at the end there is nothing left.
Behind him he sees mostly nice memories of what he has experienced.
He is wondering what of his memories and feelings will stay with the people he was with.
According to ideas about death, you are really dead when you are forgotten.
Prompt: Vrijheid is een kernwaarde in onze maatschappij. Maar het woord 'vrij' is gekaapt en wordt gebruikt om uitbuiting te rechtvaardigen. De farmaceutische industrie neemt de vrijheid om te veel geld te vragen voor medicijnen, grote techbedrijven zijn gevrijwaard van toezicht als het om privacy gaat, politici voelen zich vrij om tot opstand op te roepen, en het bedrijfsleven wordt nauwelijks belemmerd in zijn vrijheid om de planeet te vervuilen. Hoe heeft het zo ver kunnen komen? Wiens vrijheid is eigenlijk het belangrijkst en welke vrijheid moeten we dringend heroverwegen?
Nobelprijswinnaar Joseph E. Stiglitz betoogt dat
het westerse politieke en economische systeem
geen werkelijke vrijheid biedt: neoliberalisme
en vrijemarktkapitalisme vormen voor veruit de
meeste mensen juist een bedreiging. De weg
naar vrijheid laat zien dat een fundamentele
herwaardering van de democratie en de economie
noodzakelijk is, en niet alleen in de Verenigde
Staten: welk systeem staat dan wél garant voor
een goede samenleving, inclusief betekenisvolle
vrijheden voor het grootste deel van de mensheid?
Het nieuwe boek van Stiglitz is essentieel voor
iedereen die zich een toekomst voorstelt waarin
tolerantie en vrijheid centraal staan.
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.
