..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ % dream palace % @#@%*==...
....==*%@# . ----- ------ . #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ % ..... ...... % @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# = ..... ...... = #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ . ..... ...... . @#@%*==...
....==*%@# . ..... ...... . #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ . ..... ...... . @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
....==*%@# 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)) @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ = @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ 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. @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ * @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ 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. @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ @ @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ 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. @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ # @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ 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. #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
....==*%@# #@%*==....
...==*%@#@ @#@%*==...
..==*%@#@# #@#@%*==..