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: A friendly man in a t-shirt and a leather jacket extends his hand straight out to shake hands. He looks straight ahead with a smile. In the background is a somewhat older concrete wall with brick and a lot of colourful graffiti on it. On this wall you can read also a graffiti with the text: "jouw verhaal" in graffiti style.
Prompt: A friendly looking man reaches his hand forward while looking at you. In the background is a concrete, brick wall with graffiti letters that say: "your story".
Prompt: Create an image in which a friendly man reaches out via a long arm towards the front. The man holds his head a little to one side and holds his other hand to his ear to be able to hear well. The environment is colorful and in the background is a wall with graffiti with the text: "Your story?"
Prompt: Imagine being so stupid that you look at this treasonous, traitorous, totally corrupt, self-serving, ignorant clown, this racist, semi-literate moron, this sexually-assaulting, pathologically-lying, feeble minded, morally bankrupt, constitutionally-illiterate simpleton, this bloated nitwit with his cotton candy hair, radioactive tinted skin and obese dishevelment, and think, "Now that is a guy I really admire"
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: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.
Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.
There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.
Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together
Prompt: Design a 6th generation fighter jet plane. Invisible to radar. Flying in the air with condensation trails against an orange light of a setting sun. Give the appearance a Dutch design. With red, white, blue and orange details. Incorporate gold and silver elements in details.
Add weapons in the weapon Bays.
Prompt: Design a 6th generation jet plane. Invisible to radar. Flying in the air with condensation trails against an orange light of a setting sun. Give the appearance a Dutch design. With red, white, blue and orange details. Incorporate gold and silver elements in details. In the cockpit sits a pilot with futuristic equipment.
Prompt: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.
In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.
Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.
There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.
Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.
Prompt: If you see me walking down the streets
And I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
Make believe
I can see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I just want to cry
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem so broken in pieces
Walk on by
Aah walk on by
With foolish pride
If I can't see the tears
Let me hide
From the tears and the sadness
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
Just go for a stroll in the trees
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
And make believe
That I can't see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
Prompt: Just get away. All of you can is disappear for all I care I don't feel like learning to be good I'll end up in the gutter anyway Children don't want to play with me Call me a rat and point at me The only one I care about He's never there, that's my dad My mother can't stand me I never do anything right for her I don't even have to ask for love Swearing is all she does No wonder my dad went sailing I wasn't allowed to come along, I'm too small I have to do it on my own Until he comes back someday If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone Maybe when dad is on the ship When he's back from the sea He says again, listen Cis Why don't you come with me I'm only a child after all I can't do it all alone Maybe I'll find happiness someday But how that's a big problem If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone
Prompt: 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: A young man lies in a hospital bed with brown sheets. Around the bed hang dozens of IVs with red, white and black liquid that let fluid flow to the man. In the middle of the wall hangs a gigantic loudspeaker with vibrating speakers in a white circle on a red wall. Musical notes splash around in all directions. The floor is covered with sewage liquid with rats running between them.
Prompt: An male astronaut in a steampunk suit walks on the moon. In the background is a big shiny steampunk spaceship. An astronaut in a steampunk suit drives in a beautiful steampunk car. Behind the car is a cloud of moon dust. On the horizon, you see the earth in full light with Europe to see.
Prompt: An astronaut in a steampunk suit walks on the moon. In the background is a steampunk spaceship. Past the man, another astronaut in a steampunk suit drives in a beautiful steampunk car. Behind the car is a cloud of moon dust. On the horizon, you see the earth in full light.
Prompt: Seven little children are sitting on sand in a circle around a plant where a small green leaf is emerging. Next to the plant is a small bird with fluff in its beak. The sky is blue with a cheerful sun in the sky. Everywhere small colorful butterflies are flying around.
Prompt: Vashti lived within the Machine, a world of interconnected cells, where thoughts and desires were instantly fulfilled. The Machine was her god, its voice a comforting presence. Her son, Kuno, however, felt a suffocating unease. He spoke of the surface, of stars, of a world beyond the Machine's metal embrace. Vashti dismissed him, clinging to the familiar comfort of her screen and pneumatic tubes. Kuno, driven by a primal urge, dared to ascend, to break free. He saw the decaying infrastructure, the fragility beneath the facade of perfection. His warnings, however, were lost in the Machine's hum. Then, silence. The Machine, their life support, their god, stopped. Darkness fell, and the inhabitants, reliant on its artificial sustenance, faced a terrifying, unprecedented reality. The world they knew, the world they trusted, was gone.
Prompt: A large golden metal beehive with a window in each compartment fills the image. Behind the windows you can see a person in each compartment. The compartments are surrounded by steampunk-like cables and pipes. Around the beehive is a large steampunk machine with loose parts hanging from cables and pipes. Smoke is coming out. On the floor are gears and other parts.
Prompt: A dark, dark fairytale environment with a small young gnome crying in the middle. Between the scary, branchy trees, fluttering spirits float, leaving a vague trail of light behind them. High in the sky hangs a pale moon, shining a gloomy light.
Prompt: Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes.
You that build all the big bombs.
You that hide behind walls.
You that hide behind desks.
I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could?
I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made, will never buy back your soul.
Prompt: A middle-aged man stands in a half-collapsed tunnel where rubble half blocks the passage. Light shines between the holes and the rubble and smoke. Behind the man lies rubble that he has already cleared. Broken backpacks lie covered in dust among the rubble. Faintly shining theatre lights with purple filters hang from the ceiling of the tunnel. In niches in the wall of the tunnel you see young faces looking in.
Prompt: A young man with a backpack is standing in front of a round tunnel with a brick stones entrance. Around the bricks you see golden symbols.
Above the entrance you see a sign of an Eagle.
Next to the left side you see a spade standing against the wall.
There are lightbulbs in the tunnel that is very deep.
In front are lying books on the ground.
Prompt: Lost in thought, a man walks to the end of a graffiti-filled tunnel. At the end, a warm light shines. Far behind the man lie old, broken backpacks. Closer to the man lie newer backpacks. One of them is purple. Small lights hang from the ceiling of the tunnel, illuminating the tunnel in rainbow colors.
Prompt: An old man walks through an old brick tunnel towards the light at the end. Behind him are backpacks in all sorts of colours. One of them is purple. There are also folders and lots of empty coffee cups. In the foreground are lots of photos of all sorts of people.
Prompt: On a dilapidated throne sits a shady king with pale yellow hair and an orange wrinkled face. Drool comes out of his mouth. On his head is a crown with red and white stripes and gold stars on pins, tilted at an angle. He has a fat, flabby body that barely fits on the throne. He wears a red cloak eaten bare by moths. Around the throne are empty packaging from fast food restaurants, among which rats roam in search of leftovers.
Prompt: A blue and white iceberg floats in a cold ocean. In front of the iceberg swims a gray elephant, breathing air with its trunk up. Its breath forms clouds in the air. On top of the iceberg is a waving flag with dark blue, light blue and green stripes. The sky is red orange because of the setting sun. High in the sky you can see the northern lights flickering in a darkening sky
Prompt: So the heavens and the earth and everything else were created.
By the seventh day God had finished his work, and so he rested. God blessed the seventh day and made it special, because on that day he rested from his work.
4 That's how God created the heavens and the earth
Prompt: God said, “I command the earth to give life to all kinds of tame animals, wild animals, and reptiles.” And that's what happened. God made every one of them. Then he looked at what he had done, and it was good.
God said, “Now we will make humans, and they will be like us. We will let them rule the fish, the birds, and all other living creatures.”
So God created humans to be like himself; he made men and women. God gave them his blessing and said:
Have a lot of children! Fill the earth with people and bring it under your control. Rule over the fish in the ocean, the birds in the sky, and every animal on the earth.
I have provided all kinds of fruit and grain for you to eat. And I have given the green plants as food for everything else that breathes, including animals, both wild and tame, and birds. And so it was.
God looked at what he had done. All of it was very good! Evening came, then morning—that was the sixth day.
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.
