Prompt: I thought it would be fun and games (it would be fun and games)
Instead it's all the same (instead it's all the same)
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me
No, not again
It's quite deceiving
As I'm feeling the flesh make me bad
Prompt: Feeling like a freak on a leash (you wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release (so do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free, is free
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You'll never see me fall from grace
Prompt: I caught her cornering the pictures in her purse
A white reflection of the window of his hearse
And she knows not to be another wife in waiting
So she's just a widow that I'm dating
Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it's fold
A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold
And I look from a distance as the coffin closes
And disappears below the roses
Prompt: Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass
Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back
A little white light in a sea gone black
My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass
You can't change me, can you save me?
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart in all the right ways
And no, I don't mind, clean eyes
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart and breaking my chains
And I don't know why, clean eyes
(Clean eyes)
Prompt: There is a chasm that cannot be crossed between you and I. If it ever were to be possible, neither of us would recognize each other. That person is long gone.
Prompt: There is a chasm that cannot be crossed between you and I. If it ever were to be possible, neither of us would recognize each other. That person is long gone.
Prompt: There is a chasm that cannot be crossed between you and I. If it ever were to be possible, neither of us would recognize each other. That person is long gone.
Prompt: You've been hurting in a million ways
No one else can see
'Cause no one took 'em serious
'Til the injuries
So you took it out of God's hands and into yours
And threw up the prescription on the bathroom floor
You didn't wanna hurt no more
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
You've been carving maps into your skin
To make the sickness show
A kind of suffering that's never fit
A diagnostic code
So you pictured all the faces when they'd hear the news
Thought your body in a bag would be enough to prove
That this was real, and not some sad excuse
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
(Hey, kid, are you okay?)
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
I see you trying not to cry
Just wishin' you had not survived
But don't give up, give it a little time
Someday you'll see that you were worth this fight
I see you wide awake all night
A million prayers, not even one reply
But don't give up, 'cause there's another side
And you still have a lot of songs to write
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
Prompt: When I finally lose my mind entirely, will all who love me now abandon me? Will others tell them that the person who remains is not the person they loved? Will I be tucked away in a padded room to be forgotten? Who will still be there? Is it me, or some new sentience? Does the mental illness eventually consume the mind and become the consciousness?
Prompt: In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) can be likened to an intricate and relentless maze within the mind, where thoughts and actions are governed by an unyielding set of rules and rituals. Picture a room filled with buzzing insects, each representing a persistent, intrusive thought. These thoughts swarm around your consciousness, demanding attention and adherence to specific patterns.
Now, imagine a meticulous craftsman tirelessly at work, meticulously arranging and rearranging a set of tools on a wooden workbench. This craftsman symbolizes the compulsions that follow the obsessive thoughts – repetitive actions undertaken to ease the anxiety brought forth by the buzzing swarm of intrusive ideas. The process is intricate, demanding precision and order, akin to the need for strict routines in the life of someone with OCD.
The disorder paints a mental landscape where the boundaries between what's reasonable and irrational blur, and navigating through this intricate maze becomes a constant challenge. Each step is calculated, every action driven by an internal force that insists on compliance with the rules, even when they seem irrational to an outsider.
In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) can be likened to an intricate and relentless maze within the mind, where thoughts and actions are governed by an unyielding set of rules and rituals. Picture a room filled with buzzing insects, each representing a persistent, intrusive thought. These thoughts swarm around your consciousness, demanding attention and adherence to specific patterns.
Now, imagine a meticulous craftsman tirelessly at work, meticulously arranging and rearranging a set of tools on a wooden workbench. This craftsman symbolizes the compulsions that follow the obsessive thoughts – repetitive actions undertaken to ease the anxiety brought forth by the buzzing swarm of intrusive ideas. The process is intricate, demanding precision and order, akin to the need for strict routines in the life of someone with OCD.
The disorder paints a mental landscape where the boundaries between what's reasonable and irrational blur, and navigating through this intricate maze becomes a constant challenge. Each step is calculated, every action driven by an internal force that insists on compliance with the rules, even when they seem irrational to an outsider.
In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) can be likened to an intricate and relentless maze within the mind, where thoughts and actions are governed by an unyielding set of rules and rituals. Picture a room filled with buzzing insects, each representing a persistent, intrusive thought. These thoughts swarm around your consciousness, demanding attention and adherence to specific patterns.
Now, imagine a meticulous craftsman tirelessly at work, meticulously arranging and rearranging a set of tools on a wooden workbench. This craftsman symbolizes the compulsions that follow the obsessive thoughts – repetitive actions undertaken to ease the anxiety brought forth by the buzzing swarm of intrusive ideas. The process is intricate, demanding precision and order, akin to the need for strict routines in the life of someone with OCD.
The disorder paints a mental landscape where the boundaries between what's reasonable and irrational blur, and navigating through this intricate maze becomes a constant challenge. Each step is calculated, every action driven by an internal force that insists on compliance with the rules, even when they seem irrational to an outsider.
In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) can be likened to an intricate and relentless maze within the mind, where thoughts and actions are governed by an unyielding set of rules and rituals. Picture a room filled with buzzing insects, each representing a persistent, intrusive thought. These thoughts swarm around your consciousness, demanding attention and adherence to specific patterns.
Now, imagine a meticulous craftsman tirelessly at work, meticulously arranging and rearranging a set of tools on a wooden workbench. This craftsman symbolizes the compulsions that follow the obsessive thoughts – repetitive actions undertaken to ease the anxiety brought forth by the buzzing swarm of intrusive ideas. The process is intricate, demanding precision and order, akin to the need for strict routines in the life of someone with OCD.
The disorder paints a mental landscape where the boundaries between what's reasonable and irrational blur, and navigating through this intricate maze becomes a constant challenge. Each step is calculated, every action driven by an internal force that insists on compliance with the rules, even when they seem irrational to an outsider.
In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
Prompt: Mid 18th century oil painting based on the explanation of witnessing an atomic blast, as would have been understood by someone of that time period.
Prompt: Mid 18th century oil painting based on the explanation of witnessing an atomic blast, as would have been understood by someone of that time period.
Prompt: The Mothman is a mysterious and ominous creature, its form both eerie and enigmatic. Its wings stretch out expansively, resembling those of a large bat, with a membrane that seems to ripple and undulate as it moves. The wings are characterized by a textured, leathery surface that glistens in the moonlight.
The creature's body is shadowy and elusive, its outline blending seamlessly with the darkness. Its eyes, however, pierce through the obscurity with an intense and unsettling glow. The eyes are a vivid shade of red, emitting an otherworldly radiance that adds to the creature's mystique.
As the Mothman moves, there is a sense of fluidity and grace, despite the overall air of foreboding. The feathers or scales on its body, if discernible, might have an otherworldly sheen, reflecting a faint luminescence. The Mothman's presence is accompanied by an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of its wings beating against the night air.
Prompt: My coworker and I were at a job an hour ago. A hot water line blew apart, showering us, and burning his arm a bit. He was able to plug the geyser while I tried to mitigate the water. We then cleaned up the water. While cleaning, he kept getting electrocuted, but we could not figure out how. It turned out that they dryer got a short somewhere and the entire chassis became electrified. So far, it has not been an "awesome" Monday, but it is interesting.
Prompt: In the image, envision a dimly lit room, perhaps a study or a small space. The center of focus is an old, weathered cabinet door with chipped paint and visible wear. The pain and weariness of life are metaphorically reflected in the aged appearance of the cabinet door. Shadows dance on the surface, emphasizing the complexity of emotions.
As the scene unfolds, there's a subtle but palpable transformation. The cobwebs that once clung to the corners start dissolving, representing the unexpected clarity that arises from profound emotional experiences. The transition from despair to revelation is symbolized by the shifting ambiance within the room.
The room itself echoes a sense of stagnation—familiar surroundings that seem unchanging and trapping. The realization that the true source of discontent lies beyond the tangible objects becomes apparent. It's not the cabinet door or the immediate surroundings that evoke resentment, but a broader dissatisfaction with life's monotony.
In the refined image, consider incorporating subtle elements of change in the background—a hint of light breaking through the darkness, or perhaps a small, vibrant detail that contrasts with the overall muted tones. This signifies the emergence of unexpected, wondrous things in the midst of the gloom, symbolizing the resilience of hope even in the darkest moments.
Prompt: It's hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all
I'm ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away
What stupid poem, could fix this home?
I'd read it every day
Prompt: He calls the mansion, not a house, but a tomb
He's always choking from the stench and the fume
The wedding party all collapsed in the room
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom
Let's go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten
He's not around, he's always looking at men
Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends, as they are
Face down and bloated, snap a shot with the lens
If you marry me
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
She keeps a picture of the body she lends
Got nasty blisters from the money she spends
She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz
She drives at 90 by the Barbie's and Ken's
If you ever say never, too late
I'll forget all the diamonds you ate
Lost in coma and covered in cake
Increase the medication
Share the vows at the wake (kiss the bride)
If you marry me
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the last parade
(And walk away) from the choice you made
(And say goodnight) to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the last parade
(And walk away) from the choice you made
(And say goodnight) to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank
To the last parade
As the parties fade
And the choice you made (to the end)
Prompt: i kill the rock rock rock rock
yo then then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain
nothing hurts anymore
nevermind...then she killed my brain
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
if I'm so wonderful then why am i so misunderstood
everybody has a reason for it except me
Prompt: Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake
Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade
I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon
Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
Prompt: Monster
You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Prompt: Youth is wasted on the young
What fucking planet are you from
You think that you're the only one who's ever fucking lived before
I have died a thousand deaths
I've sucked upon a million breasts
My compliments to all the chefs
Whatever gets me through the day is how I throw my life away
These lyrics are becoming gay it's just like 50 shades of grey
You're doing everything I want
Being everything I'm not and reaping all the benefits
Hey, tomorrow fuck you and your friend yesterday
But you can never catch me because
I'm old, I'm bold, I broke that fucking mold
When I was young and dumb and full of fuckin' cum
And if you feel the way that I'm supposed to feel then you are
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.
