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.