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.