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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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