Dreamt that I was working on a new video game. The main thing about it was these landscapes drawn using a similar algorithm to that of Scrolly1 (draw background layer, add fog, draw closer layer, repeat). A scene I was looking at had a road curving off into the distance, surrounded by mountains. But I thought to myself "better come up with some actual game mechanics that make it fun", because just exploring landscapes forever gets old quick. And so I came up with some RPG-esque stuff which was apparently easy to throw together.

I was making promotional artwork for the game, and for some reason was not using the game-rendered landscapes, but instead was faking it, drawing up a bunch of layers in GIMP. Some of them were not black, but were renderings from the ShapeSheet system. Most objects in the foreground I was drawing out of rounded rectangles, which was going to be the other part of this game's aesthetic, I guess. But since the shapesheet-rendered stuff and rounded rectangles were not already part of the actual rendering engine, I worried that I might either give people a bad impression of what this game would be like, or I would have to build those things in, which would be a lot of work. It was as if I was selling a game that didn't exist yet. Maybe that's what I should do in real life.

You could interact with other players, but to keep the interactions simple, they were limited to 'behind desks', which were actually opaque walls. You might see another person walk into or out of the room, but until you were behind a desk (wall) together (usually from different directions), you couldn't talk to them / fight them / trade with them / whatever. I guess this was to remove relativistic considerations from the main game engine.

I was a lady who was in a foreign country and had to meet with some official, so I went behind his desk/wall to do so. But it soon became clear that he was going to kidnap me. Fortunately I was also her husband, who was waiting outside the office, and at this point it had normal physics, so I prepared to 'rip his throat out' as he tried to leave the room with my wife.