Dream About Romance Combat Simulation Game 2

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In the dream, I’m the MC of a romance-combat simulation game I’ve been playing fervently for the past week or so. I’m playing this receiver role for the male lead’s gifts(if you could call it one) of chips of crystals they conjure up and hurl across the combat fields(which sometimes just so happens to be in extreme locations like the top of nighttime skyscrapers in some futuristic renditions of East Asian countries like Japan and China). The crystals all have their energies imbued in them respective the shades of their associated colors. Two stands out out of the three: the black one that emits diamond smoke, and the purple-reddish one of darker shades that sprinkles out blossoms of dark pink flames every time I touch it. The other is the color of iolite. So I move around those extreme locations(sometimes mid-air on heights rivaling the skyscrapers) to catch these crystals, where I should go to or the timing in which I open my hands for it to come into the holds being given out by what seems similar to the game’s parry mechanics. I’m doing this for a while as the scene gradually turns into some sleek modern meeting/studio lounge, black, cubic, dimly lit, well-kempt and full of indoor plants, overlapping on top of the continuing ‘game’ in the backdrops. Aside from the three male leads fighting, in this new layer of reality there’s five men of similar aesthetics from some other simulation games for women and anime like Bungo Stray Dogs conversing in front of me. What’s more is that I *am* one of them, playing the previous layer of reality as a game on my phone as I banter and chitchat with my fellow ‘teammates’ about the characters, saying how similar they look with us as the numbers of the ‘characters’ on screen somehow start to match the numbers of people in the studio: five. A song, Goya no Machiawase by Hello Sleepwalkers are playing in the backdrops in a progressively improving quality, starting from sounding like a game’s background music before it turns into the song at the direct backdrop of my head.