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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 ,,.«†§%¤##
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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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