The Croatian Lotus Flower will grow at once out of the freshly hatched 'SF mud', and here of dreams, without thrust and repression. First let it grow up ( with the dreams ) from the bottom of the mysterious Adriatic, let it 'swallow', formally, our Vele-'bit' pollutions, and then the world's. This novel claims, I shall open up the lonelier loves of life. Not even through the 'opening decathlon', and the ever more important prana pages of this crystal Nebula, and the Zagreb-wise more advanced and wholly specified ideas, does it help the earthworms and the worms.

They are not only ours, but come up from the well-meaning Being out of dreams that reached me telepathically. In lay terms – the Being entered my mind... and along with a multiplicity of themes it brings you Croatian events too, for an ecologically juster and more clearly possible end of the third millennium.

Helped by the fulfilment of poetic descriptions 'out of animatedly energetic knowledge', regardless of my first dream about bodies moving house into dreams, they will refresh and awaken man's more essential hopes, from Tesla's beginning all the way to the harder experiments, nucleus extortions in a magically more conscious wakefulness.

With ultra-computers, to every being, and to the gentleman Earthling (and above all to the youngest), the dreams about processes want to say more feelingly that not even a sudden flare-up of white-hot hopes can help more boldly the moods of simple little descriptions out of differently created and yet traditional knowledge from the heart of Europe...