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.