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.