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.