A man split between music and life? (Male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 2, Realization.

First POV!

Y/N: "Shit... shit... ah, shit, I can actually feel the cut and burns... was I... Ah, did the injury transfer over to reality? What the sh... shoot..."

I ran my hands in a tub of cold water, feeling the pain still. It was like thousands of knives stuck itself into my hands as it cooled itself in the water. Probably because it was literally ice cold filled with ice.

Y/N: "There's no way this is real... This is probably my Dre-!"

I felt some ice bump into my hand, causing me to flinch.

Y/N: "Nope, real pain! Fack!"

I sighed, pulling my hands out of the ice tub and poked the cut on my side, flinching.

Y/N: "That's real too... I wonder if it really was a dream..."

After a few more minutes, I dried my hands and pulled out my phone.

Y/N: "Do dreams... actually... transfer... the pain? And search."

Sadly, there were zero results. I mean , there were, but none matched what I wanted to know. Dreams that are painful to remember... dreams that aren't actually dreams... Wait... I clicked on the video with hope in my eyes... but the video was apparently taken down a while ago.

Y/N: "... DAMMIT!"

I slammed the table with my fists in anger, causing my fists to recoil in pain.

Y/N: "Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Ow!"

I clenched my hands, sighing.

Y/N: "...My friends are going to think I'm on some weird medication... Ugh, looks like I'll be keeping this a secret then."

I felt something wiggling in my ear and realize it was the airpods my friends bought for me. I took it out, inspecting one of the two.

Y/N: "The first time I fell asleep... was it due to the airpods or the music when I fell asleep? Whatever it was... That was the best damn experience of my life! The adrenaline! The rush! The interaction! That was awesome!"

I laughed and dropped down and banged against the counter. My legs felt like jelly since apparently wounds and energy consumption was also a thing for this dream thing... I could literally feel my legs beginning to cramp as well. I mean, if my legs were dying... doesn't that mean that I'm working out?

Y/N: "If I keep up this painful dream thing and workout in said dream... and workout in reality... would I become more fit and healthy!? Double benefits!"

I laughed maniacally, resting my head on the counter and relax a bit... flopping again on my uninjured side. I stuck the airpods back into my ear, playing some soothing and relaxing music.

Y/N: "I wonder if something like those stereotypical anime thingies is happening right now... Eh, I'll figure it out when I wake up again..."

My eyes once again grow heavy... but my eyes lock onto something. One of my gifts... What was it again... was it the assault rifle from Halo? But once again, I fell asleep. I wonder why my brain seemed so focused on the life sized halo assault rifle... But once again, the black and darkness consumed me once more.

Timeskip!

I opened my eyes again, looking back up to the wooden ceiling. I felt... so full of energy. Like I was completely recharged or restored. I lifted my hands up... and my hands were healed. My cut was gone. I was... fine now. Hell, I'd say I felt.. .stronger than before. Stronger than I ever was. Though... I did feel something on my body. Something... like a really soft sack of potatoes. I looked down to my body... and saw a snoring Yang on me.