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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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,,,,.~^*%#                     #                    #%*^~.,,,,
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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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