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.