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.