Unusual Dream:
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      I was playing a “game” that is the equivalent of a VRMMORPG. So I wasn’t sitting at my desk, in front of a computer. I was actively the Avatar & Class that I had chosen to participate as, within the context of the ‘game.’ {* 𝐼𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟/𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡*}
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      I was with a group of 4 other people. We were going to be confronting a very powerful boss, that was about 12 feet tall, very fat, big red belly and angry horns (devilish beast), it moved extremely quickly and had very high defense {*𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛/ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒*}. The encounter would summon forth an endless legion of smaller twisted and mutated creatures about knee high, spindly/spiky sharp protrusions from their carapace-like shelled bodies. So we would need to keep them at a distance and fight them off, while also fighting to bring down the huge boss.
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      As the battle raged on, I would continuously swap between my Hunter class {*𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠*}. (I was a Hunter and Mage/Summoner multi-class specialization) As a Hunter I would utilize the ranged advantage and single-targeting damage bursts to hit the boss. Then swap to Mage/Summoner to take out the smaller creatures and raise their corpses from the dead as a small army to help hold back the others. The difficulty of managing the swap between Hunter to Mage/Summoner was tricky, but doable.
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      After the encounter was over, many of the other people {*𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝*} were unhappy with the difficulty that the challenge presented. Some were angry with others for their lack of participation or preparedness. I left those players to argue amongst themselves, because I was satisfied with my performance and what I was able to accomplish during the battle.
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      I sat down on the stone slab within the catacombs of bones and bodies beside a young Mage girl. She had long black hair with a crinkly wavy texture to it. She was petite, slim and had a ‘witchy’ vibe to her, to match her Mage/Witch class-type. [𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒; 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡 (𝑎 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑖 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐-𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙; 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒].
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      I sat beside her, as she wasn’t interested in participating in the argument going on between the 3 other people. I asked her what she thought of all that hostility and how she felt about the battle. She asked me how I felt that I personally did. I told her about my impression; being able to deliver high damaging attacks, while maintaining my ability to fending off the smaller creatures with magic.
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      She interrupted me there, unbelieving, and asking, “Weren’t you just a Hunter? How were you taking care of the other creatures?” I explained how I’m hybrid-multiclassed. A Hunter & Mage/Summoner. But also added that I’m unsatisfied with the Hunter class. And what really resonates with me is simply the magic casting. I’m a magic-caster at heart. So I’ll be dropping Hunter and dedicating myself entirely to Mage/Summoner.
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      After explaining all that, her attitude towards me changed dramatically. She drew nearer to me and smiled and placed her head on my chest as I leaned back relaxing. She curled up beside me to relax as well. I showed her all my various tattoos which contained magical symbology & sigils. She seemed even more interested in me after that. With her being a Mage/Witch and me dedicating myself to Mage/Summoner; we were perfectly paired together in our respective interests and passion.
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      I spent the evening in her company and when it was time to go home, I scooped her up in my arms to carry her to her home. As we walked I accidentally called her “Mia” which she corrected me, stating that her name isn’t Mia. In truth I didn’t know her name. She may have mentioned her name before the party entered the dungeon, to fight the boss, but I couldn’t remember. I wished I did know her name, but was too embarrassed to ask her.
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      I apologized about mistakenly referring to her by the name “Mia” and explained that I had made a pact with Lilith. And Mia was the name of my Spirit Companion. She seemed to fall silent after that as I carried her home in my arms. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking exactly, but it felt as though she was reflecting on what had been said about me having a ‘spirit companion.’ What that may have meant for her. And what that potentially meant for “us” if this relationship between us were to continue {*𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙*}.