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.