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.