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.