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.