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.