Ruby Ruse, the Shrew, and the Dreamyard Snafu

At a certain time of night, when the world is sleeping and after (and only after) you have been sent to bed trying to get a sweet snack, is there a chance for wishes. Especially the kind of wish where you imagine things like money trees, closet monsters or dragons that can talk. If at this moment, in a dusty corner of your mind, you remember imagining something like this under these specific circumstances, then I ought to tell you, your wish might be in the Dreamyard.