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,.~//*§§##             § DREAM PALACE §             ##§§*//~.,
,.~/*§##@#             . ----- ------ .             #@##§*/~.,
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,.~/*§##@#                                          #@##§*/~.,
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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))                 ##§§§*/~.,
,.~/*§##@#                                          #@##§*/~.,
,.~/*§#@##                     ~                    ##@#§*/~.,
,.~/*§####                                          ####§*/~.,
,.~/*§##@# 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.      @@##§*/~.,
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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. #@##§*/~.,
,.~~//***#                                          #***//~~.,
,.~/*§##@@                    ,                     @@##§*/~.,
,.~~//**§#                                          #§**//~~.,
,,,,./§### 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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