,,,,-*%@##                                          ##@%*-,,,,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,:---*%%@#                                          #@%%*---:,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,,,,,:*%@#             $ Dream Palace $             #@%*:,,,,,
,:-*%$@###             : ----- ------ :             ###@$%*-:,
,::-*%$@##             $ ..... ...... $             ##@$%*-::,
,:-*%$@@@#             * ..... ...... *             #@@@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###             : ..... ...... :             ###@$%*-:,
,,,--*$$@#             : ..... ...... :             #@$$*--,,,
,,,,--**%@             , ..... ...... ,             @%**--,,,,
,,,,,--%@#                                          #@%--,,,,,
,,,-**$$@#                                          #@$$**-,,,
,:-*%$#### Not Actually A Palace. A  Cottage In The ####$%*-:,
,,,,--*$##   Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every  ##$*--,,,,
,,,,:*%$@@ Other  Day,  Springs  And   Streams  And @@$%*:,,,,
,:-*%$@###   Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts,   ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###    Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late     ###@$%*-:,
,::--*%%@@                 Spring))                 @@%%*--::,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###                    -                     ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,,,,,-*$## I Wake Up  Every Morning At Six Am. It'S ##$*-,,,,,
,,,,,:-%@# 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.                 @%-,,,,,,,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,,,-***%@#                    %                     #@%***-,,,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,,,,:*%%@# In  This  Cottage There'S A Lot Of Radio #@%%*:,,,,
,,,,:*%$@@   Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape   @@$%*:,,,,
,:--**$@## Players. Pen And  Paper, Books, Cameras, ##@$**--:,
,:-*%$@### Mirrors, Prisms,  And Various Things  To ###@$%*-:,
,:---%$$@@ Do Art With. The  Fridge Is Filled  With @@$$%---:,
,:-*%$@### Differet Foods, All  Of Them Intriguing, ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###              Slightly Weird.             ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%@####                     @                    ####@%*-:,
,,,,:*%%$#                                          #$%%*:,,,,
,:-*%$@### I Have  Friends -  There'S A Cat, And  A ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@### Dog  (Who  Is   Ridicolously  Large  And ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@### Wants To Be The Big  Spoon). I Listen To ###@$%*-:,
,,,::*%@@# 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 ##@%-::,,,
,,,,-*$@@#      Consider Them Friends As Well.      #@@$*-,,,,
,,,,-%$$$@                                          @$$$%-,,,,
,:-*%$@###                     #                    ###@$%*-:,
,,,::-*%@@                                          @@%*-::,,,
,,:::--%@# 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   @%*:::,,,,
,:-*%$@###    Completely Reset Overnight: Synth     ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@@##   Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds  ##@@$%*-:,
,,,,,,:*$@ Healed, And  Wherever And  Whenever  I'D @$*:,,,,,,
,,,,:-*$$# Fall Asleep  I'D Always  Wake  Up  Fully #$$*-:,,,,
,:-*%$@### Rested  In  My  Bed.  Sometimes  There'S ###@$%*-:,
,,,,:*$@## Accidents   Where   I   Lose   Stuff  By ##@$*:,,,,
,:-*%$$@## Forgetting  To  Put Them In  The Square. ##@$$%*-:,
,,,:-*%%$#                                          #$%%*-:,,,
,,,---*$@#                    ,                     #@$*---,,,
,,,,,,--%@                                          @%--,,,,,,
,:-*%$@### At   Night,  I  Have  Demi-Lucid  Dreams ###@$%*-:,
,:-*%$@### Where The Spirits  Of  The Forest Around ###@$%*-:,
,,,--*$@## The Cottage Tries  To Communicate. Here, ##@$*--,,,
,:-*%$@### It'S  Not  Endless  But  Connected  To A ###@$%*-:,
,,::-*%$@# Large  Sprawling  City,  Where  My Radio #@$%*-::,,
,:-*%$@### Friends Live.  We  Go Exploring Together ###@$%*-:,
,,,,-*%%$@ - Things Are Deep  And Dark - But Unlike @$%%*-,,,,
,:-*%$@### Me, They Never  Remember During The Day. ###@$%*-:,
,::::-*%%@ This  Is  A Mystery  We  Often  Discuss. @%%*-::::,
,:-%$@####                                          ####@$%-:,
,:---*%$##                                          ##$%*---:,
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,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,
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,:-*%$@###                                          ###@$%*-:,