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.