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.