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.