¨¨¨¨¨,~;†% %†;~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~;†%@ @%†;~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~;†%@# #@%†;~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~;†%@## ##@%†;~,¨¨
¨,~;†%@### ###@%†;~,¨
¨¨,~;†%@## % 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. %†;~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,~;† †;~,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~;†% %†;~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~;†%@ @%†;~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~;†%@# #@%†;~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~;†%@## ##@%†;~,¨¨
¨,~;†%@### ###@%†;~,¨