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.