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.