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.