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.