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.