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.