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.