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.