I had a vivid feaver dream today. In it, I played a strange gay furry VN.

"The MC was a man, recovering from an accident in the countryside, amongst family.

He gets a new job, and seems to be getting a good grip on his life. Except... something does not feel right, and MC is not content with that idyllic life. And he starts seeing a man on his dreams. Full of fire, kindness and danger. And he starts falling for the dream man.

The kicker?

The dream man is real. He is your BF, mourning your death in a tragic motorbiking incident. He flew into your boring life a few years back... and blew it all up. And you loved every second of it.

You lost your corporate job, your status, your respect. And you were free, young and reckless. Until you were not.

...

Until you almost blew your brains on a bike, and your family decided to save you. From yourself. From him.


The VN ended with a big fight with the family, and you rushing on a bike the find the love of your life. Trying to get to him, before guilt makes him make a mistake he can't undo."

And now I am sad, because my fever-ridden mind... is a better writer than I am.