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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. ,,,,,,,~:†
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#@¤§†:~,,, 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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