Prompt: On the way to the end of your life you are from the moment you are born. As a child you look around you first just experienced and are fascinated by everything you see. Later it raises questions for you. Why? Then comes a long period of acquiring knowledge. You think you know everything. You build a career on it. Then comes a moment when you don't understand anything anymore but that you have become wise. There has never really been any control other than what you think and do yourself. Slowly the child returns who has never really been away but was swallowed up by adult play. You see the little things again through the eyes of a child. Being in the moment, no questions but just enjoying.
Prompt: A man looks and walks into a round tunnel with a bright light in the colours of the rainbow at the end of it. On the inside of the tunnel hang pictures of a life. Starting with a baby. The further into the tunnel, the older the children in the pictures become. At the top of the tunnel hang lamps at regular intervals into the depth that radiate a yellow light on the floor.
On the ground walk little angels in a blue glow and little devils in a red glow.
Prompt: A man looks into a round tunnel with a bright light in the colours of the rainbow at the end. On the inside of the tunnel hang pictures of a life. Starting with a baby. The further into the tunnel, the older the children in the pictures become. At the top of the tunnel hang lamps at regular intervals that radiate a yellow light. On the ground walk little angels in a blue glow and little devils in a red glow.
Prompt: A mother sits among her adult daughter and husband and son with wife and their playing grandchildren. The sun shines on the scene and all around them are bright flowers. In the background grandpa looks on happily. Birds and bees fly around.
Prompt: Out where the river broke
the blood wood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
steam in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come
to say fair's fair
To pay the rent
to pay our share.
The time has come
a fact's a fact
It belongs to them
let's give it back.
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now to pay our share.
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
from Kintyre East to Yuendemu.
The western desert lives and breathes
in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come
to say fair's fair
To pay the rent
to pay our share.
The time has come
a fact's a fact
It belongs to them
let's give it back.
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, now to pay our share.
The time has come a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back.
Prompt: A blue ghostly angel fights wildly with a red devil. Hands and claws are getting a firm grip on each other. Blue and red clouds surround them in a fogy way. 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: 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: A blue ghostly angel fights wildly with a red devil. Blue and red clouds surround them. 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: In realms of youth, where dreams ignite,
Reality and fantasy unite.
A mind untamed, a spirit free,
No boundaries to what could be.
A box they build, to hold you in,
But freedom's call, it rings within.
Through music's pulse, a vibrant beat,
In warmth of souls, a sweet retreat.
The journey's end, a distant shore,
Understanding all, yet wanting more.
A wrinkle small, in time's vast sweep,
A beautiful past, secrets to keep.
The next quest waits, a challenge new,
In life's grand dance, forever true.
Prompt: We all have dreams. As a child you live your dream. Reality and fantasy seamlessly intertwine. Your thoughts are free. With your body fed, your mind can travel freely through everything you can think of. There are no boundaries. They try to trap you in a box. Searching for what sets you free. Music drugs warmth of the right people. The journey to the end of your existence, thinking it was good and you understand it all and nothing at the same time. You are a small wrinkle in time that slips by. Looking back and knowing it was beautiful looking for the next journey the next challenge.
Prompt: A man walks along a road, people of all ages and small children are walking next to him. Behind him on the road at different distances people are standing still and looking at the man who is walking further. The landscape consists of buildings that get older the further back they are. In the background there are ruins. Above all those people colorful strings hang down from the sky. On the left and right are large speakers that vibrate to the gabber music that comes out of them.
Prompt: There sits a fat capitalist on a big pile of money with blue suit and red ties.. In his hands he holds a black folder with "Orders" written on it. On the other site are small, skinny children of all colors sitting on the ground with torn clothes. Around them lie empty zinc feeding bowls. Between them stands a heavily armed soldier who points his gun at the children. On his left shoulder on the side of the children sits a blue shining angel. On his right shoulder on the side of the capitalist sits a red shining devil. The figures can be seen in a dystopian landscape with orange smoke shining up from it.
Prompt: There sits a fat capitalist on a big pile of money with just a clown's nose on it. In his hands he holds a black folder with "Orders" written on it. On the other site aresmall, skinny children sitting on the ground with torn clothes. Around them lie empty zinc feeding bowls. Between them stands a heavily armed soldier who points his gun at the children. On his left shoulder on the side of the children sits a blue shining angel. On his right shoulder on the side of the capitalist sits a red shining devil. The figures can be seen in a dystopian landscape with orange smoke shining up from it.
Prompt: In the middle of a group of children with old and torn clothes sits an old storyteller. Around the circle of children are boulders that glow greenish. Between the boulders are torches that cast an atmospheric yellow light on the scene. In the background in a mountain wall is an opening to a cave. Above the opening is the text: "Never again" In the sky hang pale gray clouds that light up in the moonlight.
Prompt: A large brain lies in the middle of garbage. Rats prowl around the filthy mess. From the brain come all kinds of blood vessels and nerve pathways that seek a way out of the garbage dump between the garbage. From the garbage dump along the large brains rises brown smoke. Above the brains fly demons with purple eyes and claws.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man with light yellow hair and pig like eyes in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
The room itself has dirty broken windows. The walls are covered with Spider rag. On one wall is an old photo of the Christmas man. The list is broken the glass is shattered.
Through the windows wind blows in snow.
Prompt: A fat dirty greasy man in an old broken blue suit with a red tie sits on a broken old chair with the fabric made of an American flag. In his hands he holds two dolls. In front of him on the floor sits a skinny little girl who reaches out her hands to the dolls. The floor is covered with old broken toys. An old broken teddy bear with 1 eye lies among them.
Prompt: Voor elke mening creërt men een eigen waarheid waarbij niet bevallende onderdelen worden weggelaten, gebagatelliseerd of geframed.
Er zit dan logica in voor de lezer of luisteraar.
Men luistert niet om te begrijpen en vragen te stellen maar om ja maar te kunnen roepen.
Soms is de kloof klein en overbrugbaar maar vaak zo breed dat je ook niks meer hoort van de overkant.
Nooit weer wordt beperkt tot een eigen kringetje van gelijken die binnen bepaalde denk regels vallen.
Menselijkheid is er alleen maar voor wie het "verdienen".
Nooit weer kan alleen maar waarheid worden als al het onrecht wordt aangepakt. De wereld is een kruidvat en elk onrecht kan dit ontsteken. Een wereld zonder onrecht, maak je niet door muren te bouwen tussen ons en de anderen.
Planet Claire B52's Dreamlike Journey Through Cosmic Forests
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
Planet Claire B52 Glamorous Retro Lady in Futuristic City
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
Prompt: A little toddler with blond white hair and a lolly in his mouth in a three-piece blue suit with a red tie sits at the head of a conference table where several people look anxiously at the toddler.
A coloring book with torn pages lies on the table. Next to it are broken crayons Broken picture frames hang on the walls. On the floor are all broken toys
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: Children in military uniforms sit shoulder to shoulder in a trench and look up. They hold catapults and guns made from pipe in their hands. Wooden beams support the walls of the trench. The ground is muddy. Above the trench you can see branches of trees with sunbeams shining between the leaves in the trench.
Prompt: A child with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the child's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A child with a mad look in her eyes looks around. Her clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the childss body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A woman with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the man's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: A man with a mad look in his eyes looks around. His clenched fists stretch left and right. Purple tentacles emerge from the ground and twist around the man's body. Green slimy drops fall from the sky. In between, wisps of yellow mist float.
Prompt: An almost bald head with a yellow tuft of hair on top rises in a purple thick liquid surrounded by a rusty iron metal wall. The eyes are just above the liquid. Around him popping yellow gas bubbles rise up making small yellow clouds of smoke. On the edge of the wall sit small green monsters with smoking cigarettes in their mouths
Prompt: It's time to play the game
Time to play the game
It's all about the game and how you play it
All about control and if you can take it
All about your debt and if you can pay it
It's all about pain and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am heavy debt, no way you can pay me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a Cleveland bitch from a smoking gun
I am the game and I make the rules
So move on out here and die like a fool
Try to figure out what my move's gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget that the price you can pay
'Cause I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game
It's all about the game and how you play it
It's all about control and if you can take it
It's all about your debt and if you can pay it
It's all about pain and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debt, and you know you can't pay me
I am your pain and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name
You're gonna die in flames
Prompt: A boy and a girl with blond hair and blue eyes walk happily hand in hand through a mysterious paradise like landscape where small creatures walk and fly around as if from a horror movie. The sky is bright blue with hazy white clouds. In the middle is a spherical tree with apples in it. A snake winds around the trunk.
Prompt: A boy and a girl walk happily hand in hand through a mysterious landscape where small creatures walk and fly around as if from a painting by Hieronymus Bosch. The sky is bright blue with hazy white clouds. In the middle is a spherical tree with apples in it. A snake winds around the trunk.
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.
