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.