Morpheus immediately steps out of a twisting distortion of space. He stares at you for a moment, wearing a look you can't quite recognize. "You understand, don't you, that I am one of the Endless? I make up a larger portion of the universe than you can even conceptualize. I, cosmic Dream, come to you with a gift, and you reply with demands?"
You nod hesitantly.
Dream sighs. "So, what, you want this just as typical as can be?" He looks angry, but you can't think of anything else to do or say, so you nod again. "Fine," he says. "Great. Whatever. Pick one."