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.