Two Fugitives in the Desert. Dreams that come true. I Wonder How this plays out?
- Sonya Herrera
- May 9
- 3 min read
Updated: May 16
(These are dreams and my notes from May & June 2024. They do come true but how and what means what is the fun deciphering part)
### Bubble Rooms
The mansion at the top of the mountain had bubble rooms. It was beautiful but I was trapped in a bubble.
Posts. Likes. Comments. A fortress built from attention.
I lived in the bubble rooms—floating capsules of curated existence. Safe. Untouchable. How boring!!
Then I posted something that mattered.
Something cracked.

That’s when he showed up.
A stranger. Pressing against the bubble. Testing the walls. Trying to do things to me 😔
Another man appeared. An interruption. A rescue. A force pulling me out of the bubble haze and into the desert.
Do you have the guts to desert it?
You know how to accept your fate.
They’ll think you’re out of your goddamned mind.
"Take me with you." I said

Two deserters on the loose.
Go South. Hmm? 🤔
There, you can fail and still be doing the things you want.
Charge forward.
The chase begins. They will hunt you.
You will live or die, but on your own terms.
You won’t get out without dying, but you will escape.
Bonnie & Clyde Oh my Gosh this was one of my favorite things to play when I was a kid. We used to use my mom's old blue station wagon as the grey away car and I actually backed it out of the drive away when I was 5 while sitting in the window.
My heart is hammering.
There is something in the water. How interesting. The waters, the face of the void where anything can exist.
It’s hunting me.
No one will hear me scream because they don't know how to see it or get in.
Am I sure I want to do this?
Yes. (I don’t know what it is.)
There’s a darkness that lives in me. The same darkness of the waters. The things that hunts me hides in me.
Integrating the shadow.
Fugitives in the sand.
Home will chase me to kill me.
It’s time to go fast.
Jump off the cliff.
I can see things other people can’t.
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### The Desert
“This is how I stay off heroin,” he said, kicking dust into the wind.
The desert was survival.
The desert was withdrawal.
The desert was danger.
We couldn’t walk through it—not without getting swallowed whole—so we rode open train carts, hitching rides through the wasteland.
Then he had to stop. He had to go to the middle of the desert to make an exchange
And I had to go to the doctor.
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### The Doctor’s Office
The doctor wasn’t a healer.
He was a predator.
The intern saw me first. Saw something real. Something worth saving.
The doctor saw a threat.
Who is this doctor I keep seeing?
What does he symbolize?
Bad intentions.
Authority turned violent.
Help became punishment.

He wanted to kill us. I wrote this on June of 2024. Was this referring to my doctor experience of April 2025 or is this something else?
The escape was timed to the second. I barely got out of their without the doctor catching me
Be was back with the get away car. Picked up.
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### The Pills
He turned to me.
“What drugs you got?”
Oxycodone. Fentanyl. Something else.
They were disintegrating in my pocket.
Crumbling like the illusion of control.
I pulled them out.
He reached for them.
“Wait. You don’t know what the other pill is.”
For some reason the other pill felt like it had a warning on it that I could feel in my gut.
But he took the handful and through them in his mouth. Just like my dad would have done.
But the thought hit me —**he’s not over the addiction.**
Control slipping through my fingers.
Now thinking about my dad.
In the desert with my Dad again.
Are you kidding me? You overdosed twelve hours ago.
Learned it from you—Dad always drunk or high.
Love at first sight and loss.
Don’t look back.
Set yourself free.
Addiction isn’t just about the substance.
It’s about the mindset.
The cycle.
The inability to truly escape.
And then I woke up.
By Sonya Herrera
✨❤️🔥🏵️ AWEnomALi 🏵️ ❤️🔥 ✨
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