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.