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I was taking a Religious beliefs class test.

It was taught by professor Mileta, another teacher from my high school who had nothing to do with the class, as he was in charge of automatic processes and measuring in electronics. When I came into the class and had a seat, Mileta said how I finally managed to arrive, Implying in a cynical manner that I was avoiding his class.

I was taking the exam outside the classroom, on a hall counter identical to the one in my current home in Zagreb. As I went outside a colleague, Štrok, dropped his pen so I picked it up. The cap fell off but I didn’t bother getting it. I rather gave him the pen and acted as I didn’t notice, hoping that he doesn’t take notice of my laziness. He got up and picked it up himself. I blurted out “I was going to give it to you at the end of the class”.

The exam contained questions about human psychology and relations, and space flight simulations. It was on a computer and even used KSP for the interface and simulation parts. I looked over the questions and didn’t know most of them, and that was very frustrating.

I started explaining the difference between manned and unmanned satellites, which was basically landers versus satellites. I built them out of parts on an asteroid, which already had a lot of stuff on it, including some rockets. I had to place the parts horizontally on the surface as gravity was enabled. As I was doing this a sort of solar wind/flare came through and swept the asteroid. It blew small yellow particles horizontally from the left of the screen, and they crashed into my stuff, making black dots on it and blowing it around the asteroid. My Kerbal started screaming (the crew). I rage quit and pressed X on the program.

Turns out my progress on the test got erased, so that frustrated me even more. I gave up and asked the professor what grade I would get for doing nothing on the test. He said 0. I was surprised he would give out a passing grade for no points (I took it like he said 2, a D). I was hesitant but ended up giving him the exam. He asked why I performed so badly, to which I said I didn’t study. He said “Well ok then” as if the answer was satisfying, and took my test.

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I was thinking in school, on a class about mirrors.

The class was taught by a professor Potalec, who has nothing to do with physics in real life. He actually teaches in an electronics lab. The classroom had an endless field of green grass where the wall/chalk board should be. There was a wooden fence between the field and us, and on the small fence doors were 2 mirrors. They were open and by some unknown force the mirrors parted the grass ahead of them.

The teacher made a point that the mirrors need to be parallel for the experiment to work. As he was talking, he showed the formula for the mirror on the non-existent chalkboard on the non-existent wall. The formula was complex and took 5-6 lines over the whole board. I recognized some symbols used in mirror calculation (d and C), but I had never seen that formula.

I asked him if the mirrors were really ‘’in focus’’ and parallel, because they didn’t seem like that to me. I found the far side of the grass path was very blurry. He said everything was alright, so I asked the class if anyone else sees the same as me. The class was full of strangers (and some girls, which my current class doesn’t have). They said I was seeing things wrong and laughed at me. I announced that it must be my diopter then, and sat down.

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I got a second cat, younger than my current one (probably had 3-6 months), and male. It was very fond of cuddling and let me pet it on some bed.

Early in the morning, before school, I was playing with it with my red laser. It soon took to having fun with a ‘’magic bean’’ toy that it found under my table.
I thought that it was more fun than Mrvica, my real cat, and thought of keeping it instead (selling my current cat). I thought about how I have to train it to let me pet it ( currently I could only stroke its back) while it was still young.

I was talking to my brother Matej and looking at my boots intrigued. When he saw me staring at them, he asked what logo that was. I replied they were ‘’Twiligh’’. The boots were black leather winter ones, and the logo was silver.
I started looking at the logo and thought about what I would write if I posted them on 4chan (on some ‘’show and tell’ thread). I decided I’d write ‘’like Timberlands, but less douchey’’.

My mom and dad left the house for the evening. My brother asked me if I wanted to throw matches on the balcony with him. After I agreed to it, he showed me that his drawer was full of small, transparent bags full of matches. There were about 6-10 blue/green-tinted bags filled with about 20 matches each.

I found myself in my room from Emilia Randica 4, with my brother nowhere in sight. I tried to light a match but just ended making brownish-red smears over the matchbox. It didn’t have the proper striking surface.
I finally lit a match and then another one and threw them both in my trash basket. They landed on a plastic bag (like one for chips), and the bag started melting. Soon there was smoke coming from the top of the bag so I panicked and put it out with my hands. *note:last night I watched a Breaking bad epizode where Walter threw illegal cash in his BBQ and set it on fire, after which he panicked and put it out with his hands.*

Suddenly I was playing WoT with my friend Daniel. I was in my T-34-85 (although IRL I have the Type58-a Chinese copy of the T-34-85). It had an autoloader with some 8’ish rounds and fired two at a time, one after the other. It had really low penetration as I couldn’t reliably pen an enemy M4 Sherman, nor a T34-85.

The map looked similar to Swamp, and we were in the south-east. It had more holes and water than Swamp, with a river in the middle, and I was alone in the east. Daniel was somewhere north of my position.
I flanked both the Sherman and the T-34-85, the battle was nearing its end. The M4 wiggled into the hole and dug in, preventing me from penetrating him. I threw down my leg at him, hitting him with my heel. (as my physical foot appeared, larger than a tank, I should have noticed I was dreaming.)
After bashing him, the M4 died and in his place stood a wreck of a M7 (or M4 Priest, both are arty platforms built on a M4 chassis and look alike).

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I decided to smoke a joint before bed today. My room was much bigger, messier and my desk was in the middle. There were a lot of people in the house; my brother Matej, my colleague Horvat, and my mom who just went outside for a minute.

My dad bought me 3 special monitors, which my uncle imported into the country. They had PCI interfaces. I went to get Horvat a drink, as he just woke up and was still very sleepy. He was sleeping in a second bed, and my kitty was in mine. My cat was suddenly male for some reason.

I found some old rolled joints in the trash and tore them to reroll the weed. I also found some sponge-weed in the pantry, which basically looked like a green sponge but was actually weed.
I remembered watching a tutorial about extracting THC and taking it via anus.

Also, I was looking up Horvat’s younger sisters facebook, taking a gander at profile info. She was chubby, studied to be a scientist, and was already a singer.

I’m in the Russian wilderness in my Type59. The map is very similar to Lighthouse/Severogosk, but completely made up. It features a small dirt valley to the west, shrouded by large boulders with passages (tunnels/holes) to the middle. In the middle there is an elevated plateau with an old cemetery. To the east is a big cliff over the ocean with a big old wooden lighthouse/shed sort of building on a crest. The bases are southwest and northwest, above the entrances to the valley on hills, overlooking the middle cemetery.

I advanced trough the west valley, and went to scout the enemy base. The other meds in my team went east, I noticed a WZ120 among them. When I peeked out of the valley I didn’t see any enemies. Looking behind me I saw to black aboregenese-looking kids and they threw a small pebble as they retreated to the valley, to lure me in.

I wasn’t in a tank at this point, but rather in my body. I came and saw a creepy wolf-cat hybrid that was a vulture, and it looked at me with hunger. I was scared and walked east in panic, not daring to take my eyes of the creature. If I looked another way it would approach quickly as if to take a bite, but never did.

I ran away to the shed on the cliff, and was greeted by 2 guys. One was a guy from my school, who everyone called Medo (Bear). Another I seemed to know but I can’t place him. They were fooling around, and even had pizza.

Suddenly I was walking to school. In my pajamas. In the middle of a familiar looking city center, riddled with car lanes, small squares and people. In the rain and dark murky sky.
I felt really strange, a bit sad. As I approached the tram station I saw a colleague, Boltek, standing at the station. He saw me across the lanes and grunted in annoyance, shaking his head. Suddenly I realized I wasn’t going to school anyway, but actually wanted to see the market. I went right, across to the stands and shops. There I stopped at some sellers who wanted to sell me something completely useless and unnecessary, and even gave me a demonstration.

I was playing a WoT match in my T49 on Lakeville. I remember going down the middle road from the south, only it was east. I saw an enemy obj 263 from the real middle road to my west. Some scouting later I met a T34 and while retreating got killed by the object.

After that I was in a city map that is unfamiliar, in a German heavy tank.

After that I was in the same virtual place with Stipe, my aforementioned childhood buddy. We went southeast as if we departed from the north base. I had a minimap in this dream, one of Lakeville. Fitting.
Strangely the minimap had a big pink square, indicating an objective destination. At that destination was a big gothic church, resembling one of royalty. The bell tower had a big pink wrap around it.

Now we were in the church. It was full of gold, with fancy seats in the first 3 rows of only 2 chairs directly in front of the altar itself, and wood seating in the back. We were in the 3’rd row, although seated next to each other. We were talking a lot and got kicked out.

Once in front of the church entrance, we saw some kind of guard and the big doors. We were talking about going back in when suddenly, an action option in transparent text appeared over the doors. It first said ‘’break in’’, but we didn’t react, just waited confused. Then it changed to ‘’sneak in’’, and we decided to go with it. We sneaked in down the center row on our toes, completely noticed. Still, we proceeded to our seats where we were confronted with a middle-aged blonde lady. She told us to keep quiet, as this was her professional exam.

Then I was in a mansion with my class and my Croatian teacher prof. Sekulic. She told us some historic stories involving royalty. In the big dim room we were in I noticed 2 large paintings with gold encrusted frames on the walls. One was of a man, the other of a woman, and they both looked like collectable cards from the online game Heartstone. The man’s card description read; ‘’A man is to another man a man. And he behaves pure.’’ The woman’s card read; ‘’A woman is to a woman a woman, and she behaves filthy’’.

I asked my teacher what the pictures meant, to which she laughed and said something. When we were leaving, I saw some large computers laid in a line on the floor next to the door, and under a massive wooden desk.
They had some plugs detached which I recognize. They were oddly shaped and attached to black plastic piping on the other end. A colleague Bicanic joked about them with the teacher and they laughed. Turns out they were processors and he offered to reattach them.

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I dreamed that our P.E. professor gave us sudden exam questions to discuss and answer, most of which had nothing to do with P.E.
I had to explain the notion of animal mating seasons.

I remember standing in a tram turnaround called Ljubljanica, near the house I used to live in a year ago. Most if not all my class was here with me. The pavement seemed really deep, the sidewalk was waist high when I stood in it. I remember the colorful seller stands on the turnaround.

Suddenly I was talking to a colleague, Smolcic. I talked to him about lucid dreaming. He responded and continued to laugh, as if he was high.
We were walking the route from the trams towards home, as we used to before I moved house.

I was lifting the window covers. I was pulling at the rope, but just as the covers would pull up half way, they would start slipping. I continued pulling but it was as they were slipping from the rope. As they slipped, I heard a sound similar to papers rubbing together.

Then my dad was telling me about a house (looked like a cottage) he wanted to buy. I remember seeing the little brown cottage in the woods, surrounded by tall trees and fallen leaves. I saw it from canopy height.
My dad said that they (my parents) are putting off buying it because the boiler prices are too high. Apparently a new boiler for the cottage would cost 3000$.

I asked him, worryingly, how much money had they spent of the 40 000$ he got for retirement. He answered, seemingly hesitant;
‘’Just over 20 000$’’.

It was placed at my old highschool initially. I was exiting to the schoolyard with Fran Zebec, a colleague from my new highschool.
I can only remember the end; I was talking to Zebec as we walked about a nonexistent Yogscast episode. They were playing WoT.

I throw out an analogy saying that the E-75 is similar to the Pope. My reasoning is: The artist who painted a portrait of the Pope had on his grave an inscription saying he painted the Pope. Likewise, another artist had an inscription on his grave saying something ‘’stupid’’; along the lines of:
‘’He poked out with his turret 8 times and did 4000 dmg’’ (the math being completely correct, surprisingly, while I did it in my sleep).

Suddenly as we cross the school yard- it reforms into a half circle sloped stone road climbing up. It resembled the one near the church Marija Pomocnica, or at least that was my first association.
Zebec was gone, and in his place walked my childhood friend Dominik.

We stoped at the base of the road, near some stone benches and tables where students were hanging out. One student was at the nearest bench, cutting away at pieces of red spicy spongy chips using scissors. He called it ‘’hot sauce’’ for some reason. Dominik took the scissors and chips and enthusiastically started cutting it, to which the guy promptly told him to stop.
After that we climbed the half circle to end up at something resembling the side parking lot of the aforementioned church. I glanced at 2 colleagues from the same class as Zebec there; Kurtin and Krstic.

The alarm rang and the dream suddenly ended.

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00:00 Saturday 2013-12-28 comp #16 night #16 LD #15

01:08 bedtime

05:53
golf, thte queen and the humulus, crazy dogs, dales in the garage, starry moonlit night

1) game of golf, a father is hitting his golf ball, which knocks into his son's ball, the announcer says "if it goes down the right hill the son will be the winner." there is a small mound about a meter high with various slopes going forwards/backwards and left/right. The ball is like a small tribble, a furry ball with white/brown patches. The son is watching the ball rolling down into the target "hole" (more like a large bowl), so he is the winner. I'm also watching, up close. I imagine it would be stupid for the son to knock the ball out of the hole since he'd lose points.

F1) the princess/queen is waiting for someone. I'm with her. She's going into the back of the library, I follow and sit down with her. She sits down and reads a story. I see "the princess and the humulus" written on a wall. The "humulus" is some other woman.

2) MD is driving down the driveway into my childhood home's garage where I'm standing with my wife. There's a refridgerator there, low, long and rectangular. RD has been coming to spray the things growing inside the refridgerator with water. My wife is asking my why I can't do that, she was upset that I wasn't doing it and someone else had to. I couldn't find the spray bottle which is why I couldn't do the spraying. I say if I could have found it I could have done it. ND is up at the top of the driveway (on HC). M's car comes into the garage and manages to turn around in a tight circle without having to back up, it turns around several times. He manages to avoid hitting my parent's car. I tell my wife she could leave a message for RD on this other refridgerator in the garage.

3) sitting with a bunch of people outside. There had been some battle. There were crazy attack dogs like little Tasmanian devils whirling around that are posting signs on fences about their enemies. I'm standing next to an open furnace. I'm indicating with my head towards the furnace, several times, and I say that they could soak their enemies in oil and through them in the fire. They said they tried it before and it didn't work, but I know it can work.

F2) guy in a car with a date. If all else fails, they could look up at the stars and the moonlit sky. I look up and see a beautiful night sky with silvery moonlight. They need to find a place to park, though.

F3) there's a cord leading up to a security camera high on a street pole on the street.

06:04 MILD and SSILD.

06:57 still trying to sleep

07:35 still trying to sleep, get up get a snack, BTB

08:57 LD #15

4) walking/running through well-lit narrow office corridors with white walls and blue office carpet, I realize I'm dreaming. I continue walking a few steps. Dream feels unstable (dizzy?), I rub hands together, I hold them up in front my eyes and feel the rubbing and see my hands (they look normal). I do my stabilization kata: pat down my dream body with my hands while counting to 5, I see my torso and legs, I'm just wearing my underwear, so my hands are slapping on my skin, it's effective, I feel my hands on my body. I hear someone behind me in the corridor, I don't want to encounter anybody while stabilizing, I count to 5 again turning around, I don't see anybody. There are lots of intersecting corridors (at right angles). Vision is clear and vivid, dream body is well-lit. I have good memory of dream goals, I have a huge point-fest all planned. I feel stable, vision is clear. I say "OK, Pickman, time to get down to business!" I reach my right hand behind me to summon him and fade to awake in bed. Total time, about 45 seconds. Lying on stomach, head to the right.

12:25

5) On ski lift with sister, brother-in-law, and parents. We're looking at the snow paths down below. The path has gently rolling hills, my sister says that it looks like a really attractive path for beginners. Lots of bumps to do little jumps if you want to. The lift reaches a 90 degree turn to the left, and I say "here we go up the mountain!" We're up very high there are large snowy mountains. I feel like I'm starting to slip off my seat. I wonder how my folks will get back down since they're not skiing.

01:30 wife woke me up

6) in the neighborhood a few blocks away from childhood home, down below. I'm standing in a clearing, looking down towards a circle. I see houses and a playground beyond the circle. There are houses in the distance, I'm studying them, they seem to be under construction. I'm trying to remember if those houses were they before or whether they were new. There are lots of open arches in the design, I'm thinking they're building more and more houses down there. There is an opening leading through some trees to the playground. I say "that playground must be for everybody who lives around here" I go into the playground. There is a drinking fountain there. It's low to the ground again a brick wall, in a tight spot, I turn it on and bend down to get a drink. There were some small kids thre playing.

F4) Frickin' awesome flying scene. I'm *imagining* that I can fly. I'm flying from the hills down to the city. I'm It is superman-style flight, powered, will-controlled speed, not just gliding. I see the trees and the ground passing beneath me, I'm ecstatic, and say "oh yeah!". I'm astounded at how well I can "imagine."

I almost didn't remember the flying fragment. It's amazing how much we forget every night.

Hello! I am interested in lucid dreaming, so I will take notes on the dream that I just had on here... now!

So, the dream was a disturbing one. It involved murder, a murder-causing radio (or 2?), possible time-traveling to find the roots of what happened, vomiting, and survival. The funny thing was, I knew that I was dreaming, but I wanted to solve the dream's problems. That may be why I decided to go back to find the source; terrible things already happened then.

Oh, and I almost forgot another thing; there was a sociopathic truck. There was no driver in it, and it seemed to seek out people to run over when they are crossing... Sort of like the Doctor Who episode "Father's Day", where a truck (albeit with a driver) constantly goes through a time warp to hit the paradoxical person who was meant to die then so that the time stream becomes normal again. It was like that, except that I didn't die permanently. I had a dream within a dream, I think...

And now I really wanted to find a way to destroy the radio, in bed, which I took manners to do.I took the radio, teleported into bed, and I tried to wake up by forcing myself to. I screamed as hard as I could, I made up ridiculous twists that would wake me up, and I even vomited in bed. I also tried to destroy the radio, but it didn't seem to break...

Thankfully, that was only in the dream, and I eventually woke up. I immediately did a reality check on my surroundings; it was not bright, like in the dream. I was quite astounded, and I decided to make this journal to record such dreams. Needless to say, it was a memorable nightmare. I have a feeling the radio is going to come back into my dreams, though I hope not... I will make these posts as much as I can, and I look forward to the results. ^^

-Day 1 completed-

- Logan

12.28.13

Last night bed after 1:30am - 9:45am

Had to get up around 4 to take advil and watched TV till it kicked in (WBTB). I also had a convo with rudedude about dilds just before bed. And how I no longer have them, coz I mostly wild. I was trying to help him start RCing again.

DR:
I'm standing with crowd of people in a small, one story building with lots of windows. All is cool, when we hear something approaching. I look outside and there is this flying object approaching fast. Size of a small bus, white with red and blue stripes and with sharp corners.

It flys by, stops and turns around to come by again. I can see it's con trail. It slows down near the building and I yell "It's coming here, it's stopping". That's when I have the "wtf" moment. I look at my hands and I have more than 5 fingers. yeey, I'm dreaming.

I promptly throw a fireball. I'm satisfied that they are still guided by my eyes. Where I look, that's where fireball hits. Then there is this woman. And a baaaad witch. Then it turns out they are both one person. The witch changes her face to something hideous and comes at me with open mouth, yelling. I put my hands on her open jaw and push both jaws in different direction downward. I can feel her teeth, my hands are sore and bleeding. But I don't let go. I break her face and she falls into pieces. Someone tells me to make a hole and throw her in there. So I look at the grond and will a hole. I think it's too small and shallow. But when I look, I wery proud of my work. It looks like a 5 feet wide well, quite deep, and it has some purty shiny metal grates for the bottom. I throw her in there and pieces keep falling into the blackness of the well.

DR:
(During WBTB I watched a show "secrets of the secret service" and it was about how they were protecting obama during inauguration)
So, I'm suddenly sitting next to Obama. He is all relaxed and we are talking. Somebody wants me to show him a website I have linked earlier. So I look through my notebook. I have bunch of snippets, notes, links, all neatly organized and all about politics. I think I find the article but not sure about the link. I forgot what the topic was. So we are looking at his assistants laptop. As I move around, I touch a rifle that's proped against a chair. A very, very handsome secret service agent put it there. I apologize for moving it. It has a huge scope and it's beautiful. The rifle, I mean.

As I sit next to prez, our legs touch a few times. I wonder what is he doing here for so long and why is he talking to me so much. There is lot more, but I have forgotten : (

fragment:

I was at my parents' house playing poker with friends like we used to do all the time back when I was in high school and for some reason there was no roof on the house. There was a beautiful night sky above and I noticed some strange flying machine that I called a drone in the dream. It zoomed in close to look at us and I became spontaneously lucid. It didn't like what it saw in the home I guess, so it dropped a mini-nuke on the house. I made myself invincible so I couldn't get hurt by it and made all of the fire collect into a billowing pillar of flames that I shot at the drone. The drone flew away and I used my mind-powers to make all of the smoke leave the house. Woke up.

fragment 2:

Was playing some kind of RPG where I would run around a shopping mall and collect powerful mops and brooms of various colors to battle these evil guys that were chasing me.

fragment 3:

I was on a stakeout mission with Johnny Depp as the CIA agent from Once Upon a Time in Mexico. We were hanging out in a cab, waiting for someone.

The corporation discovered us and Johnny gave me a tiny pistol about the size of my thumb, but it still worked. He said he used to use it all the time on spying missions because it was so easy to hide. We ran to a park and got into a gunfight with some cronies from the corporation. Then a car pulled up with more corporate guys. One of them was carrying giant vials filled with a mysterious red substance. He broke them and clouds of red dust went everywhere. We both ran away, covering our mouths and trying not to breathe. People around us that inhaled the dust started convulsing and then turned into zombies. I had taken one of the corporate guys revolvers and so we kept shooting the zombies as we were running. Eventually we got to a group of other normal people that were hanging out, having a little fiesta. Only two zombies were chasing us at that point, a bride and a groom. They were both moving really slowly too. Johnny said, "Well, no point wasting bullets on these guys. Everybody, grab something to hit them with". The Queen song Don't Stop Me Now started playing as everybody moved around the zombies in a circle, hitting them on the head in unison with various objects.

After awhile, there was nothing left of them but bean dip, some salsa, and a brain. One guy bent over and scooped up some of the bean dip with a tortilla chip and ate it. I told him, "You know you're totally going to turn into a zombie, right?" He just smiled at me. Dream ended.

I had to try FILD. But I forgot to stay tired, so I had a normal dream. This time, I was in my dream house. It looked like a cross between Thneedville and Aperture Science. I was my Dad's apprentice (he was a mechanic in the dream, but in real life he is a stay at home dad.) He told me to get my uncle. I got to the restaraunt he was at. My uncle looked like a jerk, playing at an arcade on cripple night. He was on a Pokemon Stadium machine, he had Mudkip and Jynx, bu the opponent had Cloyster and Graveler. I found him, brought him to my dad, and then my dream changed to Uncle, Dad, and Mom fusing into a robot and fighting against me and my sister.