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.