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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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