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.