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.