,,,,,,~††@ @††~,,,,,,
,:~***%%@@ @@%%***~:,
,,,,,~†%@# #@%†~,,,,,
,:~*†%@@## ##@@%†*~:,
,:~*†%@### ###@%†*~:,
,,,::**†@# % 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. ##@@%†*~:,
,:~*†%@@## ##@@%†*~:,
,:~*††††@@ @@††††*~:,
,:~*†@@### ###@@†*~:,
,:~*†@@### ###@@†*~:,
,:~*†%@@## ##@@%†*~:,
,,,,~*%%@# #@%%*~,,,,