Getting New Shoes. 🥿Surrendering From Control of the Emperor. 👑 Alchemy into Gold 💛

Sonya Herrera
May 11
3 min read

(Dreams that come true. This is a dream I had in January 2025. )

Cobblestone Roads and the Attic

The city is old. Cobblestone streets, storefronts with wooden signs, the kind that creak when the wind shifts. I’m with my mom, my grandma Herrera, my sisters. Shopping. Moving from store to store, but it’s like I’m floating through it, not really there.

The shoe store. I try on different pairs, but they’re rushing me. Always rushing me. I make them hold my shoes. They want to walk to the water. I think—I can’t walk. My foot fucked up.

Boober is with me. We get on a bus. A kid with Down syndrome sits near us. Other people too, but they blur together. Then—back at the shoe store.

Shoes. Where are the ones I had them hold? People keep moving in and out of the dressing room. They tell me to come upstairs. The attic.

A tall, skinny guy, blonde hair, reminds me of Hugo Hamlet, the kind of strange beauty that makes you stare. The people around him—eccentric, wild, exactly the kind of style that pulls me in. He’s my boyfriend, or something close to it.

We fucked a lot up there in the attic and he had big delicious dick. 🤤 There were two androgenous looking chicks that were our friends. They were wanting to eat my pussy and I was like, "Ok sure, whatever floats your boat, but I don't like pussy. I'm not eating pussy. But if you wanna whatever."

They were all excited to please me for some reason. Just buzzing around me, wanting something from me, wanting to give something to me.

The Awakening

Then—commotion.

A high-and-mighty dude walks into the building downstairs, making demands like he owns the world. And the people—like they’re programmed—just obey. No hesitation. No thought.

We’re in seats now. A huge auditorium, packed. He commands us to sit, and we do. He says, Rock forward. Rock back. Rock forward. Rock back.

We move. Forward, back. Forward, back. Left foot straight out, kicking off the seat in front. Hypnotic. Like we’re under a spell. We would kick off the seat in front of us and fly a little into the air and come back down into the seat and do it again. But barely getting into the air.

Then he says the trigger words.

I don’t remember exactly what they were. It wasn’t the words—it was how he said them. Like he just expected it. Not a demand, just inevitability.

And something in me snaps.

"Excuse me?" I Thought to myself. "You don’t get to decide what I’m doing."

And mid air, I let go of control and surrendered to let something in me take over and I was just there for the ride. I trusted it to take care of me. Without him noticing, I shift to my right foot forward and Kicked off the seat.

Something inside me takes over. It’s been waiting. I stop fighting it. And it feels good—like a deep massage, like floating.

I fly. Everyone thought I'd surely die because I went so high and smashed into the walls but tumbling, spinning. Walls don’t stop me. I bounce off them, launch forward, roll, fly again. It’s a carnival ride, and I’m the ride.

Eventually I fly over the wall, outside of the colosseum.

I get back on the bus and the bus driver cracked into a big dark blue gray boulder and starts driving down hill but I look out the window and that one boulder starts creating a domino affect, knocking other boulders that knock other boulders. I get out of the bus and look up the hill.

Rocks tumbling, boulders breaking apart, dark blue chunks flying through the air. Land masses—whole houses—falling from the sky. Everything is crumbling.

But I'm absolutely not afraid

Because I know that I have the power to maneuver around and through the debris without getting hit.

I’ve been afraid of it, but now I see. It’s unstoppable. If someone triggers me again, it will take over. And when it does—

The Gold and the Knowing

Suddenly I'm Floating in the air above the clouds. Sky stretched wide, endless. Something—someone—is here. Some would call it God. I don’t. It just is.

Then the gold comes.