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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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