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.