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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. @@##%†;«~,
,~«;†%#@## ##@#%†;«~,
,~«;†%#@## , ##@#%†;«~,
,~«;†%#@## ##@#%†;«~,
,~«;†%#@## 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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