The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

Me and a friend who I had actually talked to in real life after a couple of years -we'll call her MB- were talking possibly through the phone. I was in the middle of a suburb that almost had a cartoony aesthetic to it and I was playing a game on my phone called Chip. In this game, you controlled a Dorito shaped black chip as you maneuvered through obstacles on a black and white checkered rotating cylinder.