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,^»/**%%%# #%%%**/»^,
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,,,,,»*§§# % dream palace % #§§*»,,,,,
,^»/%§#### ^ ----- ------ ^ ####§%/»^,
,^»/*%§### % ..... ...... % ###§%*/»^,
,,,,,»*%%# / ..... ...... / #%%*»,,,,,
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,,,^^»/%§# ^ ..... ...... ^ #§%/»^^,,,
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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. ###§%*/»^,
,^»/*%§### ###§%*/»^,
,^»/*%§### * ###§%*/»^,
,^»/*%§### ###§%*/»^,
,^»/*%§### 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. #%****/»^,
,,,,^///%§ §%///^,,,,
,^^^»****§ # §****»^^^,
,^»///%%§# #§%%///»^,
,^»/*%§### 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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,,,^^^/*%# #%*/^^^,,,
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,^»/**%§## ##§%**/»^,