,,^~†*$§@#                                          #@§$*†~^,,
,^~†*$§@##                                          ##@§$*†~^,
,,^~†*$§@#                                          #@§$*†~^,,
,,,^~†*$§@                                          @§$*†~^,,,
,,,,^~†*$§                                          §$*†~^,,,,
,,,^~†*$§@             $ 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. #@§$*†~^,,
,^~†*$§@##                                          ##@§$*†~^,
,,^~†*$§@#                                          #@§$*†~^,,
,,,^~†*$§@                                          @§$*†~^,,,
,,,,^~†*$§                                          §$*†~^,,,,
,,,^~†*$§@                                          @§$*†~^,,,
,,^~†*$§@#                                          #@§$*†~^,,