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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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