¨¨,-^%*@## ##@*%^-,¨¨
¨¨¨,-^%*@# #@*%^-,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-^%*@ @*%^-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,-^%*@# #@*%^-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-^%*@## ##@*%^-,¨¨
¨,-^%*@### * 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. ##@*%^-,¨¨
¨¨¨,-^%*@# #@*%^-,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,-^%*@ @*%^-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,-^%*@# #@*%^-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-^%*@## ##@*%^-,¨¨
¨,-^%*@### ###@*%^-,¨
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