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.