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.