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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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