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.