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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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##§*†/-^.. § ..^-/†*§##
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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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##§*†/-^.. @ ..^-/†*§##
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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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