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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 ,,,,,,,,-~
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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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