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.