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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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