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.