Dream type: Regular

I walked into my school, only to see that the cafeteria had been remodeled into a toy store. I still had a few moments to spare before class, so I walked inside to take a look. There was a vast expanse of all kinds of toys. Toys I wanted, and toys I didn't know I wanted. Dolls, books, and everything in between. One toy caught my attention more than others, a small plushie of, surprise surprise, Alastor.

I gently held it in my hands, as if the soft toy were as fragile as a porcelain doll. I thanked my lucky stars I had found the last one in stock. So, I took it to the checkout counter, and the cashier gave me a little numbered card like the ones you get at restaurants. The card would indicate when the toy was ready for me. Sooner than expected, my number was called. I walked to the counter with a skip in my step, smiling as I laid my eyes on the little box on the counter that held my new beloved Radio Demon plushie. I was never able to bring the plushie with me, I'm sad to say, because my alarm clock went off just as my hands touched the box.