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.