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.