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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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,,,=†=%&£#                    &                     #£&%=†=,,,
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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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