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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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