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.