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.