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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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