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.