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.