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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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