Go and listen, open your ears close your mouth, and bring paper and pen. Go to hear the stories call, shouting out your name, the name that only they, you, and the Lord above can hear and enjoy. Let them tell you a tale none before you could recall. The babbling brook will tell of a girl with hair of fire, the wind will sing of a dragon in the rain. The trees with claim to have seen fairy dust fall upon their branches, and the animals will whisper of a cabin withholding creatures so clear you can see right through them. 

Then, when you're ready, return to the world that all humans know, and share your great finds. People will ask how you thought of these wonders, and you will answer with a smile, a finger to your lips, and the shaking of your head. Because you know what they don't, and no one can take that from you.  



P.S.
 ....If we aren't supposed to have midnight snacks, then why is there a light in the fridge?