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.