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.