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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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