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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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