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.