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##@#$$†~:. $ dream palace $ .:~†$$#@##
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###@$$†~:. not actually a palace. a cottage in the .:~†$$@###
@@#@$$†~:. woods (temperate climate, rains every .:~†$$@#@@
#$†~:..... other day, springs and streams and .....:~†$#
@#@@$$†~:. mysterious iron and stone artifacts, .:~†$$@@#@
@@@@$$†~:. birdland-ish eternal spring (late .:~†$$@@@@
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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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