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.