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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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