.#.#.#..##                                          .#.#.#...#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#..##
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#             § 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. .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                                          .#.#.#.#.#