,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# #@&*===-,,
,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# #@&*===-,,
,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# * 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. ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# #@&*===-,,
,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# #@&*===-,,
,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,
,,-===*&@# #@&*===-,,
,-===*&@## ##@&*===-,