,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,
,,,:-†*$## ##$*†-:,,,
,,:-†*$##@ @##$*†-:,,
,:-†*$##@# #@##$*†-:,
,,:-†*$##@ @##$*†-:,,
,,,:-†*$## $ DREAM PALACE $ ##$*†-:,,,
,,,,:-†*$# : ----- ------ : #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ $ ..... ...... $ $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* † ..... ...... † *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:-† : ..... ...... : †-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* : ..... ...... : *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ , ..... ...... , $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,
,,,:-†*$## ##$*†-:,,,
,,:-†*$##@ 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)) $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:-† - †-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ 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. ##$*†-:,,,
,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ * $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:-† IN THIS COTTAGE THERE'S A LOT OF RADIO †-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* EQUIPMENT, SOUND STUFF, SYNTHS, TAPE *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ 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. #@##$*†-:,
,,:-†*$##@ @##$*†-:,,
,,,:-†*$## # ##$*†-:,,,
,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ 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. #@##$*†-:,
,,:-†*$##@ @##$*†-:,,
,,,:-†*$## # ##$*†-:,,,
,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ 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. #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* , *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:-† †-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* AT NIGHT, I HAVE DEMI-LUCID DREAMS *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ 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. #$*†-:,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:-† †-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-†* *†-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-†*$ $*†-:,,,,,
,,,,:-†*$# #$*†-:,,,,