,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# #@#@§*=.,,
,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# #@#@§*=.,,
,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# @ 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. ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# #@#@§*=.,,
,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# #@#@§*=.,,
,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,
,,.=*§@#@# #@#@§*=.,,
,.=*§@#@## ##@#@§*=.,