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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 ,,,,,,:~†%
%%†~:,,,,, spring)) ,,,,,:~†%%
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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 ,,,,,,:~†%
%%†~:,,,,, dreams. ,,,,,:~†%%
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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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