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.