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.