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.