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.