>>6586689Damn anon, this sucks, sorry to hear that. I couln't imagine not having dreams, that sounds way too weird even if we don't quite understand them yet to begin with. How does that feel?
>>6586778Good for you, I guess. What exactly did you see in your streams and schedules, though?
>>6587800If you had one, another will come eventually.
>>6589089It hasn't ever been real, has it?
>>6604139Good luck on getting some cool loot from that one.
>>6629619KEK, lucky bastard.
Anyway, I had a few, some pleasant, some unpleasant. Here are examples of both.
>the good oneBGM:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJRYtA1gKUUI was Reine's domestic servant, busy around her spacious and luxurious 4-room apartment. I was cleaning the floors, getting the groceries, preparing the meals, washing the dishes, doing the laundry and so on and so forth. Obviously I could not touch her desk or anything placed on it at all, no matter whether it was something carefully sorted or chaotically scattered all over. Frankly, her freshly-delivered keycaps fit both of these categories. Doing any chores during her stream was strictly and unquestionably forbidden, so I had to be done with my tasks well in advance or do them much later (which was a massive headache for her evening streams, ending on 1 am or so). After having taken care of my entire list of commitments for the day, I decided to catch a bit of a breather and sprawled about on her giant corner sofa in the living room, petting MC and basking in the warm, orange glow of the setting sun. A few minutes into almost dozing off in comes Reine, now wearing a simple, thin blouse and shorts instead of her ususal regal attire. Her changing clothes into something lighter wasn't a particular novelty given it was close to 35 degrees Celsius outside and that she has now witnessed way more than her fair share of hydration reminders. She cleared her throat and in a direct manner commanded me to stand up, which I swiftly obeyed. Upon me doing so, she flashed a wide, bright smile, then gave me a really tight hug and thanked me for my work. I was unable to come up with a rational explanation as to why she would do this – after all, I was just doing what she paid me for, following my daily routine. Maybe she just wanted to show her appreciation of my efforts this one time. Maybe she just felt like it, without having a motive at all. Either way, it filled my heart with joy and my day was blessed.
>the bad oneBGM:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0EWNffAtAAIt was a fan meeting with her, on a stand in an expo-like environment. She was incredibly open and cheerful with us, taking photos, giving autographs, doing some dances here and there etc. Real Marine energy, if I had to provide a comparison to any other Holo. However, us having a jolly good time with her came at a cost of a sudden appearance of a noticably livid man, who snatched the microphone from the stand and proceeded to vividly describing how she was a massive fake, a fraud and a colossal bitch to deal with behind the scenes, basically neglecting and ignoring him for the better part of the last 2 years. Poor bloke, her boyfriend, as it turned out, spent around solid 10 minutes lambasting the princess left, right and center, painting us the picture of a lazy, loveless, lacklustre incarnation of a woman who has wasted 5 years of his life, and who now has drifted even further from him to pursuit a streaming career for some God-forsaken reason. The reactions among the audience were about as mixed as Reine's cursed noodle cake from her 6-month celebration itself. The tension kept on mounting, the aura was heavy. Staff was nowhere to be seen. Most people's faces expressed boundless confusion, but you could also observe the burning anger towards the man for ruining the experience for everyone gathered, as well as sighs of disappointment and disbelief over the now-destroyed image of a totally seiso, yummy, slorpy peafowl princess idol. A single, somewhat loud "GWS" was heard, uttered by someone hopelessly attempting to break the awkward chatter, only to make the entire situation even more nerve-wracking. I had no idea what to do with this predicament. No one really did. We all just stood there, unable to process this unusual situation, unable to react to it with a modicum of tact and common decency. Violence was not the answer, but the furious portion of the crowd did not seem to share this view. It was evident that to them violence was the question, and the answer was "yes". As my heart skipped a beat and my vision started going blurry, I heard this one final sentence in a familiar, female, echoey voice:
SEEK A WAY OUT. 