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.