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.