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.