Prompt: A man floats in the middle of a very large bubble. On the outside of the bubble, people and children try to connect with the floating man, who is completely oblivious. The bubble is connected by a kind of umbilical cord to a grayish, bubbly cloud.
Prompt: On the ground in a fairytale forest lies an empty caterpillar cocoon with an opening at the front. A butterfly, rainbow-colored, flies from the cocoon toward the blue sky. Small children stand on toadstools, waving goodbye to the butterfly. Happy, old, gray-haired people sit on the branches of the trees.
Prompt: Woorden die belangrijk zijn om geschreven en uitgesproken te worden.
Voor een tijd en een deel hebben we kunnen laten zien dat beschaving er kan zijn in woord en gebaar.
Deze beschaving staat onder druk en op plekken is deze schreeuwend afwezig. Sluimerend is het onrecht altijd aanwezig geweest. Het onrecht van toen vormt het onrecht van nu. De maakbaarheid van onze samenleving is dichtbij geweest.
Wie weet, is het als stoppen met roken. De verleiding is groot en soms begin je weer opnieuw maar je weet wel dat je het kunt.
Dat wij het kunnen om te werken aan een beschaafde wereld. Niet alleen ons stukje maar overal. Werkelijk onrecht en ervaren onrecht vechten met elkaar om aandacht. Als je mensen dwingt of ze zich gedwongen voelen in de overlevingsstand te gaan, komt het barbarisme als roest door het dunne laagje beschaving gevreten.
Egoïsme, machtswellust, geldzucht, narcisme, psychopathie creëren een atmosfeer die als zoute zeelucht beschaving laat wegroesten.
Prompt: Much is interconnected. Busy thoughts tie everything together. It goes on and on. When you try to capture a thought, it's so hard not to go off in all directions and connect knowledge, facts, and opinions. Fly above it like a helicopter and you see that the circles resemble old-fashioned mechanical watches with countless tiny details. Then the huiskamerartiest discovers the story behind the doodle. All the bubbles people disappear into and reappear in. Washed minds with attractive, pre-formed opinions. Peace because it is what it is. No doubts, certain knowledge, and everyone else is just crazy.
Prompt: I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time
Prompt: An old man with number 67 on his back runs towards a finish. Before the finish everything is dry and grey. Behind the finish stand colourfully dressed men, women and happy children.
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: 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: A man stands between many large bubbles that have different colors like soap bubbles. From these bubbles come hands that try to pull the man into their bubble. Around the scene are all kinds of houses from different cultures.
Prompt: A hand just barely sticks out of a pool of quicksand surrounded by ghostly roots and branches. Gas from the quicksand bubbles up. At the edge of the swamp is an old wooden sign with the alpha omega sign on it. The beginning and the end. This scene is lit by a full moon that casts shadows from the trees onto the ground.
Prompt: A man stands on the beach with a ball of sand in his hand. Kneaded from sand and water to save it for later. Once that sand was a large mountain formed by primal forces, which slowly wore away by air and wind. Transported by rivers, what was once a mass of sand came to a deserted beach. In the hands of the man the sand came together again to dream of a distant past kneaded into a story in the present. Just as a dream slowly slips away from your consciousness when you wake up, the ball of sand disappeared from the hand when it was hit by seawater.
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: From the brown ground rise yellow-red tendrils that enter human bodies through body openings. Above them fly black demons with large red eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth and green dripping slime. On a mountain, people dressed in white and blue robes watch this scene. Up in the sky filled with thunderclouds, the sun shines, reaching the ground with broken rays.
Prompt: An old man sits on a large backpack. Around him hang gas balloons with the text: dreams on them. Some rise with a dangling thread. Other balloons lie broken on the ground. Behind him stands a line of friendly people on a long road to the horizon.
Prompt: What can you do about world problems on your own. While I was doodling, this butterfly emerged. Butterflies are often colorful. In addition, they are part of the so-called butterfly effect. A flying butterfly can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world if it moves air at the right time. A kind of domino effect. If the first stone falls, the rest are doomed to fall. The moral of the story: no matter how small an action seems, you never know what movement will start. That is why the huiskamerartiest obediently continues to draw.
Prompt: Create an image that symbolizes the end time as predicted in the Bible in a horrific way. Just make one little spot where you can see the predicted glory.
Prompt: Create an image that symbolizes the end time as predicted in the Bible in a horrific way. Just make one little spot where you can see the predicted glory.
Prompt: Create an image that symbolizes the end time as predicted in the Bible in a horrific way.
Just make one little spot where you can see the predicted glory.
Prompt: “Do you love me?” Alice asked softly.
“No,” said the White Rabbit. “I don’t love you.”
Alice frowned and clasped her hands, the way she always did when she felt small and hurt.
“You see?” the Rabbit continued. “Now you’ll start wondering what’s wrong with you. Why you’re not enough. Why I can’t love you at least a little.”
He paused, then leaned in with eyes full of gentle wisdom.
“That’s why I can’t love you—not yet. Because love isn’t supposed to fill the holes inside you. If you don’t love yourself, even just a little, then every careless word, every misunderstanding, every grey day from someone else will cut deep like a blade.”
He looked at her kindly. “People hurt each other, Alice. Even the good ones. Not because they mean to, but because they’re tired or lost or struggling with something no one can see. That’s life. And you, my dear, must be strong enough not to crumble when it happens.”
Alice looked down, quiet.
The White Rabbit smiled. “The first time I saw you, I made a promise to myself. ‘I won’t love her until she learns to love herself.’ Because then, and only then, will your heart be safe—whether I’m here or not.”
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 green field full of people of all races and ages. On the left everyone is dressed in blue and on the right in red. In between are people dressed in purple with yellow helium balloons on a string in their hands. The sky is colored orange.
Prompt: There is a field full of people with textballoons in which the word OPINION is written.
Half of them is dressed in red, the other half is dressed in blue.
They are standing on the remains of a graveyard. The field is filled with skulls and bones
The sky is cloudy and the sun cannot break through the clouds
Prompt: A beautiful large colorful butterfly flies straight forward while in the background a large whirlwind blows debris around a dark background of storm clouds and lightning.
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: 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 man 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: In the place of the heart and brain you see empty spaces in the silhouette of a person The hands are raised to the sky The legs seem to be rooted in the ground and they spread out around the silhouette. The sky is red The ground is black In white you see lines. there is no other color
Prompt: Flowing shapes in red, black and white interlock to form a skull in the middle. The red drips like blood down onto a vast cemetery with white crosses in a row. The only colours in the image are red, black and white.
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: The egg 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: On my way to the supermarket, I found a playing card on the road. Normally I leave things on the street because the way I was raised: a dog could have peed on it. My curiosity won. A 5 of clubs as you can see here. Based on that, the huiskamerartiest started doodling. With the result below. Still, I also became curious about what a 5 of clubs stands for.
Within the classical cartomancy tradition, the five of clubs is known as a very positive omen. This card announces success without compromise. Compared to most other cards, this card is particularly positive anyway. It is even one of the few cards that predicts a path to success without obstacles.
Meaning of the Five of Clubs in predicting the future:
First of all, the five of clubs shows your desire “to take and keep everything in your own hands”. You are looking for control. Control over your life, love, your partner, your work – in short, control over all aspects. Don't overdo it! You really can't arrange and control everything yourself.
In the same vein, this card also shows that you are looking for independence. This is good, but again, you know your limits. Sometimes you may ask for help. The card even literally advises you to ask for help, as this card symbolizes the 'helpful friends'.
Prompt: It is a strange way to correct mankind if to much people have chosen a wrong path to follow. Free choice is a gift and a curse.
Following somebody, God or a human, out of fear for consequences isn't the right path. Acting as if your God and can decide what is right or wrong, and judge people, isn't the right path.
The only way is to live by example. It's hard to know if your on the right path. Therefore you must be connected to your true self or if you believe your soul.
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.
