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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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#.#.#.#.## 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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