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.