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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.      †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~                                          ~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†                     ¶                    †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†*                                          *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*% 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. *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†                                          †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~                                          ~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†                                          †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†*                                          *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*%                                          %*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*%¶                                          ¶%*†~^¨¨¨¨