Prompt: Totally exhausted a man is sitting on the ground in his office.
His desk has two monitors on witch are images of hell.
All the walls are filled with books and al kind of stuff.
A lamp gives a yellow light on the man on the ground. He is watching with empty eyes.
A window gives a view of a street with trees with leaves falling down. The sky is grey.
Prompt: Once a virus has entered, it spreads its DNA or RNA into the host's body. After which new viruses are built that can penetrate other hosts in different ways.
If you have good resistance, your body usually switches them off. After which you are often more resistant to a new infection.
It's the same with opinions. They come to you and make you think more or less, after which you can also spread them. What yardstick do you use to measure your opinions? How open are you to other insights or have you already been lured into a bubble?
Fear is a bad advisor, they say. Fear is abused by people who want to impose their opinions on you. A scared brain thinks differently. The moral compass will be positioned differently.
The huiskamerartiest thinks about these kinds of things. With polarization you usually have a silent majority and on both sides extreme people with opinions who try to draw people towards them. History has proven that solutions do not lie there. Ultimately, the silent majority rises like a sleeping giant. Like parents who let fighting children try to find a solution themselves, but intervene when things get too crazy. I think the current world is pretty crazy.
Prompt: A blurred filled mind. Stuffed with thoughts making it so full the man is looking with sad Mad eyes to the world.
He is floating so high you can see the world is round.
The sky is going from blue to black.
An angel with white wings is watching the scene.
Prompt: Down in the sewer, picking up on a lot of empty.
A rat scurried past, its beady eyes reflecting the dim, flickering light of a lone bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the distant rumble of the city above.
A lone figure moved through the darkness, his silhouette elongated by the shadows. He was a man of the underworld, a scavenger who lived off the discarded remnants of society. His name was Jack, and the sewer was his domain.
He paused, his keen senses picking up on a disturbance. A faint cry echoed through the tunnels, a desperate plea for help. Jack followed the sound, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The cry led him to a small, forgotten chamber. There, huddled in a corner, was a young woman, her face pale and drawn. She was trapped, a victim of circumstance, lost and alone in the depths of the city's underbelly.
"Don't worry," Jack said, his voice soothing. "I'll get you out of here."
With a steady hand, he worked to free her from the debris that had trapped her. As he pulled her to safety, he couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. He was a guardian of the lost, a protector of the vulnerable.
As they emerged from the darkness, the city lights blinded them for a moment. The woman blinked, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. She turned to Jack, her gaze filled with gratitude.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Jack smiled. "It's what I do."
And with that, he turned and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving the woman to find her way home. But as he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. After all, in the labyrinthine world of the sewer, everyone was connected, bound by the same darkness and the same hope for a better tomorrow.
Prompt: Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us
And she's got the barley fever
But she doesn't make a sound
She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around
Down the Court road early
With the Hustlers big and burly
There's a million of 'em selling
And the buyers can be found
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
One of 'em comes closer
He's got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkey's getting grinner
But his eyes are on the ground
He's just hanging around
He's just hanging around
I'm moving in the Coleherne
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But their eyes are on the ground
They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Prompt: She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
Yeah she's the queen of the street
What a piece of meat
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Blue jeans and leather
Her heels are high
She's real good looking
She makes me sigh
Yeah, she's the queen of the street
What a special treat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
With words of fire
She'll make you small
With eyes that smile
She'll make you tall
With words of fire
She'll make you small
But you would rather wait a year
Till she gave you a call
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
That girl she's crazy
She made me cry
She's gone and left me
I don't know why
But she's queen of the streets
What a piece of meat
She's no lady
She'll stab you in the back
She's no lady
She's princess of the pack
Prompt: A man is looking like a virus spitting its dirty sickening thoughts into the heads of empty minded braimwashed persons. Glad to be filled because they are not able to think for themselves.
They learn hate and intolerance to other people.
Thinking they are superior but are just member of a death cult.
Prompt: Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky?
He got an ice pick
That made his ears burn
Whatever happened to dear old Lenny?
The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more
Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more
Prompt: In my work with the defendants (at the Nuremberg Trials 1945-1949) I was searching for the nature of evil, and I now think I have come close to defining it: a lack of empathy. It's the one characteristic that connects all the defendants, a genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow men.
Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.
Prompt: Harry and me, we live in a dream
With a friend like him, I don't need enemies
I don't know where morning is
It might not come today
That's the trouble when Harry's around
He forces me to play
I should have refused to meet this midnight cheat
He likes to prey on my mind with his own special treat
I don't know when morning comes
It might not come today
Harry likes to play all night
I'll do what Harry says
Don't bring Harry
I don't need him around
Don't bring Harry
I don't need him around
Ah, you've met Harry
I can see by your eyes
If once there was life there
Now there's compromise
Harry is a beast of luxury
He just wants my body and soul
Leaves the bones behind
Ah, you've met Harry
I can see by your eyes
If once there was action
Now there is no life
Don't bring Harry
I don't need him around
Don't bring Harry
I don't need him around
Prompt: Duch of the terrace never grew up
I hope she never will
Broken-down TV sits in the corner
Pictures standing still
Standing still
Duch of the terrace knows all her heritage
Says she's Henry's kid
Knows all her history in the family
Needs a man, god forbid
God forbid
And it sounds like an empty house
Standing still
And it's quieter than a mouse
Standing still
Duch of the terrace never grew up
I hope she never will
Says she's an heiress, sits in her terrace
Says she's got time to kill
Time to kill
And the Rodneys are queuing up
God forbid
And they all want to win the cup
God forbid
Duchess, duchess
Duchess, duchess
Duchess, duchess
And the Rodneys are queuing up
God forbid
And the Rodneys are queuing up
God forbid
And the Rodneys are queuing up
God forbid
Prompt: A man is walking away from a wall behind him. It is made with big old stones. Behind the wall a purple light shines high in the sky and lights up the clouds. He is walking away from it with the wall behind him.The man wears black clothes. On his shirt is the letter omega in the color yellow. He looks with a bit of sadness and relief. Leaving behind a broken Dream. He walks on a reflecting thin layer of clear water towards a better understanding of the future.
Prompt: A man has build a wall behind him with big stones.
Behind the wall a purple light shines high in the sky and lights up the clouds.
He is walking away from it. The man wears black clothes. On his shirt is the letter omega in the color yellow.
He looks toward the viewer of the image.
He walks on a reflecting thin layer of clear water.
Prompt: From high in the sky you watch down to see the next view:
Above old ruïnes a man is floating in the sky.
Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water mirroring the bright sky.
The ruïnes are covered with plants. It is peaceful. The sky is blue.
The landscape is really peaceful.
Prompt: They say you're only as old as you feel.
Well I feel like I've been exhumed from the tombs of Egypt, given a cup of coffee and been sent to work.
Prompt: From high in the sky watch down to see the next. Above old ruïnes a man is flying down as if there is no gravity. Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water. The ruïnes are covered with plants. It is peaceful. The sky is blue.
Prompt: From high in the sky watch down to see the next.
Above old ruïnes a man is flying. Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water. The ruïnes are covered with plants. It is peaceful. The sky is blue.
Prompt: High above old ruïnes a man is flying like a superhero
Between al the ruïnes you see clear bright water.
The ruïnes are covered with plants.
It is peaceful.
The sky is blue.
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: 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: A man is flying above ruins. They are covered with plants. Water is between all the piles of stones.
The sky is blue and bright.
Nobody else is left.
The man is the last of mankind.
He is not longer sad. It was al predicted. In the blue sky a wormhole opens. Inside it an angel is waiting for the last of a failed kind.
Prompt: Make a picture of a giraffe that lives in the sea. No leggs. Just fins and a fish tail. A long neck and giraffe print.
Let it swim in the sea
Surrounded with little children mermaids.
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: As a hermit in a cave, a man looks from the entrance in a valley. It is a world he has left behind. To much to see, hear, feel.
The distance helps to reflect on what's important.
The solitude gives peace of mind.
In the sky a purple sun shines on the valley.
Yellow clouds go slowly through the sky.
Prompt: Trickle-down economics is a theory that suggests tax cuts and benefits for the wealthy persons and corporations will eventually benefit everyone else. The idea is that these benefits will spur economic growth, job creation, and investment, which will then "trickle down" to the rest of society.
However, this theory has been widely criticized. Decades of empirical evidence suggest that it doesn't work as intended. Often, tax cuts for the wealthy lead to increased income inequality, as the benefits tend to concentrate at the top. Additionally, there's little evidence to support the claim that these tax cuts significantly stimulate economic growth or job creation. Instead, they often result in increased government deficits.
Therefore, trickle-down economics is a flawed and outdated economic theory that has consistently failed to deliver the promised benefits to the broader population.
A fat man sitting on a big steampunk machine looks down an is throwing coins to poor skinny people below.
Prompt: Especially in moments when you're not feeling great, everything seems to pile up and feel much worse than it is. All the negative thoughts and past experiences resurface, but having a bad feeling or a bad day doesn't mean you have a bad life. This is the most important thing to remember on days like these. Allow yourself to feel your negative emotions, don't suppress them. But that doesn't mean you have to analyze everything or link it all to your inner child; sometimes there are just bad days, and that's completely okay! Life isn't about being happy all the time, because without the bad days, there would be no good ones. Don't pressure yourself or overthink things. On these days, give yourself extra love and listen to your body. Do what brings you joy read a book and snuggle up, watch your favorite series, or simply lie down in bed. Take a break from your routine and relax. And if there are things you absolutely need to do, take them slow and in a relaxed rhythm. But always remember: "Nothing is permanent, not even the worst feelings."
Prompt: A big city on the background.
A man is looking at the skyline of the city
He is sitting on a rock on a mountain.
A road is going from the mountain to the city.
A big crowd is walking on the road towards the mountain.
The city is on fire. Big purple clouds are coming out of the fire.
Falling stars light up these clouds.
Prompt: Exclusion, inclusion. Who do you allow in and who doesn't? Where are you allowed and where are you not? As a social being, these are mechanisms that guide you. Wanting to belong somewhere, your own club where places are scarce. Getting along well. At work, at school, in the neighborhood, as a country. Can anyone join in?
There is order now. Children have this much less. They are curious about what is happening around them. They slowly learn the mores of the clubs. Do they still want to belong or not? Are you a free spirit looking for space and wanting to be alone or a fearful spirit that does not know whether it will be possible to fit in and then prefers loneliness to disappointment?
The huiskamerartiest felt this in his drawing.
Prompt: Like in a rollercoaster emotions go up and down. Sometimes you Don't feel anything. Only knowing that when you have been up, you will go down.
Ups become like drugs. Searching for activities to feel up. Or in fact your brain is so active there is no place for negative thoughts. You feel like good old days. Only the joy of having had a good time is not there anymore. Empty and tired again
Prompt: An old man has an hourglas in his hand. He is watching hoe the last grains of sand are going down.
In the back the grim reaper is watching with a smile. Happy to guide the old man to a better place.
The room is like it is in an old castle.
Through the windows purple light comes inside.
From a Fireplace yellow light fills the rest of the room.
On a desk there are a lot of books filled with wisdom.
Prompt: Tired, looking old, no energy, a lonely man watching to people just doing what they like.He is sitting in a dark corner. To exhausted to fight.
The people have No respect, no love, no hate, just no interest. Not caring the man being alive or death.
Forgotten while alive. Forgotten what he has done for them. Even betrayed him.
In the room the floor is filled with dust. Through the windows are purple light shines inside.
Children are crying but the people Don't care. Just searching for there own pleasure
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.
