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.