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.