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.