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.