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.