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.