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.