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.