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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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¨¨,«:*%@## £ ##@%*:«,¨¨
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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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