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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    #..#.#.##.
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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 #..#.#.##.
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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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