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.