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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.