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.