/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>67639573
>Have you ever had a dream about physically interacting with a vtuber?

I fantasize about it every waking moment of my life. But the more i think realistically the more i know it'd be the worst thing to actually experience irl. How would you behave? Is it possible to be subtle about it? They're gonna hate you no matter how you try to approach them. I want nothing more but to express how deeply grateful I am and how much I want to support them with all my heart but they'd probably just think i'm a weirdo and try to escape the encounter in any way possible. All i want to do is just gush non-stop about every little detail I love about them and how much i think about them all the time but to a stranger who literally never met you before it sounds so stalker-like they'd probably not even process it the way it was intended. I've had dreams where i overhear a group of chuuba's voices at a restaurant and I drop a grand tab for them (i don't make a lot of money hence why it's a dream) but it usually goes the way of "UM, HUMAN RESOURCES?" instead of the "aww, you're so sweet!" kinda route because i don't look anywhere near handsome enough to pull that off with style or sophistication. Another dream is i'm on the train coming home from work and i'm either watching my clip backlog or listening to music and they suddenly sit down next to me and i recognize them (somehow in my dream i know how they look, i avoid RM info as much as i can) and they notice my music or vids so i panic and try to change it while i fumble around awkwardly and apologize and tell them i don't want to make them uncomfortable.

But my favorite one is the film-noir styled dream where i walk into a smokey, dimly-lit jazz bar where i see my oshi exhausted, trying to down some hard liqour to numb the pain to the sultry sounds of a lone saxaphone and double bass echoing from the stage. I sit down near her while engaging in some nichibros literary girl-tier dialogue where i acknowledge her efforts, her struggles and her pain while i vaguely hint that i know who she is. How i know that i know she could never acknowledge me irl and that these barriers will keep us forever separated despite being close enough to touch. Our fingers inching ever closer but we pull away at the last second knowing that this entire world we live in, the "Idol world" would crumble as we know it if we were to ever be together. With having said what I needed, I head for the door and she leaps out of her chair towards me and sheepishly tugs at my coat then asks me "when will we be together again?". I raise my head slowly and turn to her over my shoulder and say "I'll see you next stream, babe". I walk out the door with the cadence of the music tapering out to a sombre finish, with nothing but the winds of uncertainty left filling the murky air of the jazz bar. Also that entire exchange happened in japanese since my oshi is JP and somehow in my dream i'm completely fluent. But yeah. That one's my favorite lmao.