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.