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.