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.