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.