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.