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.