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.