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.