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.