,~-=*%#@## ##@#%*=-~,
,,~-=*%#@# #@#%*=-~,,
,,,~-=*%#@ @#%*=-~,,,
,,,,~-=*%# #%*=-~,,,,
,,,,,~-=*% %*=-~,,,,,
,,,,~-=*%# % 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. @#%*=-~,,,
,,~-=*%#@# #@#%*=-~,,
,~-=*%#@## ##@#%*=-~,
,,~-=*%#@# #@#%*=-~,,
,,,~-=*%#@ @#%*=-~,,,
,,,,~-=*%# #%*=-~,,,,
,,,,,~-=*% %*=-~,,,,,