light poured from a crack in the ground by the road in front of my house.  The light was barely visible as if some sort of treasure was just under the surface,  i poked around but found nothing.  the next day there were holes in the asphalt.  My old friend was chased off by the thing that made the holes.  I found his hat  upon putting it on i could see all things magical and the twinkle turned into a radiant blue glow.  Digging i unearthed a small vault like box wedged under the road it contained quarters.  somehow knowing the combination to the real vault i placed the quarters in their correct place and twisted the rectangular plate inside ninety degrees. all outside light faded, only the illumination came from the box. It was filled with gold coins and some paper curacy scooping it up the fairies that lived in the field across the street poured out of the box and and knowing not to take it all i appeased them by incanting a poem i had somehow forgotten and leaving some coins in their places.  The world once again bloomed bright and i walked back into it but the fairies followed. In the bright light i couldn't see them but i heard their voices.  and as the dream slips from my grasp i will quickly write the rest of what i remember,  i opened a cupbord and the fairies came out and became invisible but i sang in their multitonal song and i realized i was one of them. they reappeared and looking at the money I took from the safebox i realized i could see they were gold but humans only thought they were misstriken  quarters. The paper money was part of a map that all fae were given, looking through my brothers eyes i could see patterns and through my sisters i saw emotions. i woke up