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.