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.