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.