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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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