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.