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.