dream fragment

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’’.

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 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.