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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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