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¨-«*%*#@## * dream palace * ##@#*%*«-¨
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¨-«*%*#@## * ..... ...... * ##@#*%*«-¨
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¨-«*%*#@## 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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