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))                 
                                          
                                         
                                          
 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.