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.