,:~†^%#£@#                                          #@£#%^†~:,
,:~†^%#£@#                                          #@£#%^†~:,
,,:~††%%##                                          ##%%††~:,,
,:~†^%#£@@                                          @@£#%^†~:,
,:~†^%#££@                                          @££#%^†~:,
,,,,,:~^%#             % 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. #@£#%^†~:,
,:~†^%£@##                                          ##@£%^†~:,
,:~†^%#£@#                                          #@£#%^†~:,
,,,,:††%#@                                          @#%††:,,,,
,:~~~^^^%£                                          £%^^^~~~:,
,,,,:~†%££                                          ££%†~:,,,,
,:~†^%%%#£                                          £#%%%^†~:,