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.