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.