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.