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.