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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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