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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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#§†\=,,,,, = ,,,,,=\†§#
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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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