Dream Palace              
              ----- ------              
              ..... ......              
              ..... ......              
              ..... ......              
              ..... ......              
              ..... ......              
                                          
                                          
 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.