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.