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.