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.