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.