,,,,,-**## ##**-,,,,,
,,,,,^-*$@ @$*-^,,,,,
,,,^^**$$# #$$**^^,,,
,,,,,,,-*# #*-,,,,,,,
,^-**$#@@@ @@@#$**-^,
,^-**$#@@# $ 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. #**-,,,,,,
,^--***$#@ this is a mystery we often discuss. @#$***--^,
,,,,-**##@ @##**-,,,,
,^-**$#@@# #@@#$**-^,
,,,,--*##@ @##*--,,,,
,^----**#@ @#**----^,
,^^^^-*$#@ @#$*-^^^^,
,^-**$#@@# #@@#$**-^,