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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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..-«*%*§#@ 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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