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.