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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)) ,^-\*%@###
###@%*\-^, ,^-\*%@###
###@%*\-^, - ,^-\*%@###
@**--^^,,, ,,,^^--**@
##@@%*\-^, 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. ,^-\*%@###
###@%*\-^, ,^-\*%@###
##@*-^^,,, # ,,,^^-*@##
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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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###@%*\-^, , ,^-\*%@###
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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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#@*\\\\-^, ,^-\\\\*@#
@%%\\^^^,, ,,^^^\\%%@
###@%*\-^, ,^-\*%@###
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