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.