.......«†& &†«.......
.~«*†@&@@@ @@@&@†*«~.
....~«††&@ @&††«~....
.~«*†@@& #&&@@†*«~.
......~*†& &†*~......
.....~*@@# @ 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. @@&†*«~~~.
.~«*†@&@## ##@&@†*«~.
...~«*@& #&&@*«~...
.~«*†@&@## ##@&@†*«~.
....~~*†@@ @@†*~~....
.~«*†@&@## ##@&@†*«~.
.~«*†@&@## ##@&@†*«~.