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.