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.