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.