,~~:†$@### ###@$†:~~,
,,~~:†$@## ##@$†:~~,,
,,,~~:†$@# #@$†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†$@ @$†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†$@# #@$†:~~,,,
,,~~:†$@## $ 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. ###@$†:~~,
,,~~:†$@## ##@$†:~~,,
,,,~~:†$@# #@$†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†$@ @$†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†$@# #@$†:~~,,,
,,~~:†$@## ##@$†:~~,,
,~~:†$@### ###@$†:~~,