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.