,,-†§*#@## ##@#*§†-,,
,,,-†§*#@# #@#*§†-,,,
,,,,-†§*#@ @#*§†-,,,,
,,,,,-†§*# #*§†-,,,,,
,,,,,,-†§* *§†-,,,,,,
,,,,,-†§*# * 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. @#*§†-,,,,
,,,-†§*#@# #@#*§†-,,,
,,-†§*#@## ##@#*§†-,,
,,,-†§*#@# #@#*§†-,,,
,,,,-†§*#@ @#*§†-,,,,
,,,,,-†§*# #*§†-,,,,,
,,,,,,-†§* *§†-,,,,,,