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.