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.