I remember one dream.

A teenage boy would often look at one chair in his home and always would be sad because when he would look he would not see what he wanted to see which was a figurine of his hero which was a mutant in probably a movie. One day his mom finally had the money to buy it and when he later looked that figurine was there. He was so excited and would not let go of it. The mutant was white. He also liked another mutant which later he also got that figurine.