It was a normal night, I was sleeping on a mattress next to my mom's bed.
I think I was kinda awake that night, I started to play with my transformers toys that i kept handy by my bedside.
This particular toy was my favourite, my uncle gave it to me as a present. It was white in colour, a car transformer, and made of solid cast metal, not like the flimsy plastic ones they sell nowadays that break easily.
I was sleeping sideways on my mattress, while my left hand was holding the toy, in transformed form (that is, its humanoid appearance), the wall in front of me.
I made the transformer 'jump' on the wall in front of me, like it could defy gravity.
At the 3rd jump, the toy went into the wall.
It wasnt in my hand anymore.
I remembered telling myself when i was 3, that it wasn't a dream, it wasnt a dream it wasnt a dream.
I closed and eyes and forced myself to sleep, so that in case it was a dream, i could see my toy in the morning.
The toy was never found again.
Phew. okay. finally got it out.