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.