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.