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,:«:†%¤#@#             % Dream Palace %             #@#¤%†:«:,
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,,,,,«†%%¤ Not Actually A  Palace. A Cottage In The ¤%%†«,,,,,
,,,,,«†¤¤¤  Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every   ¤¤¤†«,,,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# Other  Day,  Springs  And   Streams  And #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,:::†††¤   Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts,   ¤†††:::,,,
,,,,,,«:†¤     Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late    ¤†:«,,,,,,
,,,,,,«†¤¤                 Spring))                 ¤¤†«,,,,,,
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,:«:::††%#                                          #%††:::«:,
,,,««««††¤ I Wake Up Every Morning  At Six Am. It'S ¤††««««,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# Dark,  And  The Stars  Are  Out, But The #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,::††¤#@ Sun  Is About To  Rise. Its A Long  Day, @#¤††::,,,
,:«:†%¤#@@ Before  It  Fades To  Night  Again,  And @@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,::::†¤ Then It  Stays So Until  I Fall  Asleep. ¤†::::,,,,
,:«:†%#@## It  Doesn'T  Rise  Unless  I'Ve  Had  My ##@#%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@#                  Dreams.                 #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@#                                          #@#¤%†:«:,
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,:«:†%¤#@# In This  Cottage There'S A Lot  Of Radio #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@#   Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape   #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%%%%¤ Players. Pen And Paper,  Books, Cameras, ¤%%%%†:«:,
,:«:†%#@## Mirrors,  Prisms, And Various Things  To ##@#%†:«:,
,,,,,,,«†¤ Do Art With. The  Fridge Is Filled  With ¤†«,,,,,,,
,,,,«:%%¤¤ Differet Foods, All Of  Them Intriguing, ¤¤%%:«,,,,
,,,««††%%¤             Slightly Weird.              ¤%%††««,,,
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,:«:†††¤¤#                                          #¤¤†††:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# I Have Friends  -  There'S A Cat,  And A #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# Dog  (Who  Is  Ridicolously   Large  And #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤@## Wants To Be The  Big Spoon). I Listen To ##@¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤@## The Shortwave  Radio, And Transmit A Bit ##@¤%†:«:,
,,,,,«:†%¤ Myself,  Songs  And  Poetry,  And  Found ¤%†:«,,,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# Sounds From The Forest.  The Others Tell #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,,:«†¤@ Of Their Lives, Play The  Guitar For Me, @¤†«:,,,,,
,:«:†%¤#@@ And  Tell  Tales  Of  The  Old World.  I @@#¤%†:«:,
,,,:«:::%#      Consider Them Friends As Well.      #%:::«:,,,
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,,,,««††¤@ Most  Importantly,  There'S A Two Square @¤††««,,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# Meter Area  On  The  Floor  Where I  Can #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,,:«†¤@ "Save"  Things.  Whatever I Put  In Here @¤†«:,,,,,
,,,,,,::%¤ Will  Not  Be  Affected  By  The Nightly ¤%::,,,,,,
:«:†%¤#@##   Reset. Everything Else, However, Is    ##@#¤%†:«:
,:«:%¤#@##    Completely Reset Overnight: Synth     ##@#¤%:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@#   Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds  #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# Healed,  And Wherever  And  Whenever I'D #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# Fall  Asleep I'D  Always  Wake  Up Fully #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,:::%#@ Rested  In  My  Bed.  Sometimes  There'S @#%:::,,,,
,,,:«:†¤¤@ Accidents   Where   I   Lose  Stuff   By @¤¤†:«:,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# Forgetting  To Put  Them In The  Square. #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,,«:†%#                                          #%†:«,,,,,
,:::««††¤@                    ,                     @¤††««:::,
,:«:†%¤#@#                                          #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# At  Night,  I  Have  Demi-Lucid   Dreams #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,:::%¤¤ Where The Spirits Of The  Forest  Around ¤¤%:::,,,,
,,,,,««:%¤ The  Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ¤%:««,,,,,
,:«:†%¤#@# It'S  Not  Endless  But Connected  To  A #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:††%%¤# Large  Sprawling  City, Where  My  Radio #¤%%††:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# Friends  Live. We  Go Exploring Together #@#¤%†:«:,
,:«:†%¤#@# -  Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike #@#¤%†:«:,
,,,,,::†%# Me, They Never Remember  During The Day. #%†::,,,,,
,:«:†%¤### This  Is  A Mystery  We  Often  Discuss. ###¤%†:«:,
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