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