,,~:$$§#@#                                          #@#§$$:~,,
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,,,,~~:$$#                                          #$$:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:$§                                          §$:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~$$#                                          #$$~,,,,,,
,,~:$$§#@#             $ dream palace $             #@#§$$:~,,
,,~:$$§#@#             , ----- ------ ,             #@#§$$:~,,
,,~:$$$$$#             $ ..... ...... $             #$$$$$:~,,
,,,~:$$$§§             : ..... ...... :             §§$$$:~,,,
,,~:$$§##@             , ..... ...... ,             @##§$$:~,,
,,~:$$§@##             , ..... ...... ,             ##@§$$:~,,
,,,,,,::$§             , ..... ...... ,             §$::,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~$§                                          §$~,,,,,,,
,,,,,::$$§                                          §$$::,,,,,
,,~:$$§#@# 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. ##@#§$$:~,
,,~:$$§#@#                                          #@#§$$:~,,
,,~:$$§#@#                                          #@#§$$:~,,
,,~:$$§§§§                                          §§§§$$:~,,
,,~:$$§#@#                                          #@#§$$:~,,
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