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.