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.