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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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