"Wishes are Children"🐣 "Careful the Tale You Tell, That is the Spell. Children will Listen" Wishes will Listen. The Tale You Tell is the Wish is the Children.

Sonya Herrera
May 9
6 min read

Updated: May 20

(Stories are true based on my perception of things. Names are changed)

June 2024. The messages started coming in—I was pregnant.

I knew I wasn’t literally pregnant. But the first sign? I was ovulating so fucking hard. Felt like I was dropping five eggs at once!

Then a friend told me she had a dream. I was working in Yellowstone at the time. She was just outside the park in West Yellowstone. She saw me walking down the mountain, pregnant, a tear in my eye.

The messages kept coming. Pregnancy. I'm like what the fuck is this actually talking about?? cuz I'm not actually pregnant.

February 2025. I finally understood what pregnancy and children meant.

I went to my son’s play—*Into the Woods.* They sang Children Will Listen.

"Careful the wish you make. Wishes are children."

And it clicked.

June 2023. I wanted to buy a car.

Sometimes I meet someone, and something about them hits—sets off something wild in me. Doesn’t matter who they are, doesn’t matter the circumstances.

This one was different. A guy in a suit. A car salesman training.* Not my usual type.

We went on a test drive. Talking was easy. But inside? I was all riled up!

He told me he used to be addicted to heroin. Not surprising. That’s usually more my type—not a guy in a suit, working a job.

He drove me home because I didn't have a car, why I was there to buy one. When I got in the car he told me to put on my seatbelt. And just the way he said it 🤤

I wanted him to throw me around. "You want to tell me what to do?!? How about you just sneak off with me real quick? Shove your dick in my mouth and let me ride you! 🥵 Then you can go back to work."

I didn't say any of that but I sure tried to get that down payment!!

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He reached out a few times about getting me a car. I did him a favor once—no, not a sexual favor. Eventually, I just told him I wanted him. That time fell through, but a few months later, I was living in Yellowstone. Got a hotel for the night because I was picking him up. And I did.

Holy fucking shit!! I was so right about him! Whatever the fuck I was feeling coming from him, I was dead-on! He was an animal—crazy, passionate, intense!! Just dove right into me.

It was instinct. That part of me recognizing itself in him. He said, "How are you matching my energy!?" Exactly. My thoughts: "holy crap, how did I find a match?!"

At one point, he said we knew each other in a past life. I froze. Felt everything he was saying, but I wasn’t about to sit there and explain my philosophy on all that. I didn't know what to say because I was feeling but what words I don't know.

And that’s when I made the same mistake I always do—started holding back getting anxious. Started worrying he wouldn’t see me, wouldn’t connect to me.

Maybe he sensed it. I don’t know. But suddenly, he’s saying random shit, then opens the hotel door butt-ass naked and yells down the hall. It’s almost midnight. Then he takes a shower.

I go outside to smoke. When I come back, he’s fully dressed, backpack on, fucking around with the window*—got it open, ready to jump out.

"Are you going to leave?" I ask.

"No," he says. "Just opening the window."

"With your backpack on?"

He takes off his shirt, lays down, says more random shit. Then something to the effect of, "So what if I smoked meth?"

And my thought? Oh.

Then he gets up again, says he’s going to get food, asks if I want anything, takes a hotel key.

I wake up at 4 AM. He’s gone.

Messages start rolling in—shake-ups, death. I send them to him. He’s not coming back.

I’m devastated. Again.

I leave the hotel, sit in my car for five hours.

Something woke up in me. Something that had been dead. Like I forgot everything I wanted, and now I remembered.

I forgot what feeling alive was. Now I remembered.

I forgot what kind of person I wanted in my life. Now I remembered.

I wanted that kind of intensity. But even more than that, it reminded me of the parts of myself I’d let die—buried in the background because they’d been ignored for so long.

For weeks, months, I kept getting these surges of energy. But FUCK—I wanted him back. I needed him back.

He ignored me. So, in the way that I do, I wrote. A lot of it to him.

Yeah, I know how it looks. And yeah, I had this compulsion to message him. It needed to be expressed. But I know obsessing about someone does a lot of no good for me or him. I wish I could have easily turned the fucking obsession off.

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Then June 2024.

I watch a video. Seems to be pointing toward him.

Says he has over 1,000 children—like he’s addicted to impregnating people with what I knew to be phantom babies.

And I’m like, what the fuck?*

Is he some kind of slut?

I don’t know. No clue.

But the other part of the message? His DNA needs to be spread to help awaken humanity.

I didn’t know what these babies were but It’s been sitting in the back of my mind—**what the fuck does this mean?**

But I also understand that everyone is a mirror. A projection of myself.

If that’s him, then that’s also me.

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Valentine’s Day 2025.

A video pops up. Farmers raising millions of rabbits in the desert. Huge money.

Starts out talking about a raging war against the sand.

Sand and deserts—*harsh, unforgiving, barren*. No nurturing, no meaning, no emotion. Everything running dry.

I also had a dream about being in the desert with someone who used to be a heroin addict.

The video talks about rex rabbits—they eat young willow shoots, forcing them to build better root systems.

These rex rabbits? Clearly represent my situation with Kai.

These horny little buggers come in, eat my willow shoots, so I build stronger roots.

My willow shoots—**my time, my focus, my emotion**.

I put all of it on him.

And when he was gone? It made me inconsistent in working on my projects and videos. Made me not follow through.

I was settling before in comfort before. I didn’t want what I had enough.

Roots are as deep as your desire.

He made my roots grow deep because my desire for him was so fucking intense. I felt like I couldn’t handle it.

Then these rabbits shit out the seeds. That’s right. He just shit out these little nuggets of things for me to wish for. Little seedling wishes covered in rabbit turd.

The leftovers from these rex rabbits? They feed other animals.

Yep. That’s animal in me, growing strong on a wish.

They’re the number one for breeding. I’d definitely agree with that.

Their shit fertilizes the fields. Then, once it’s considered fertilized, vegetables can grow on it. Rex rabbits are drought-resistant.

Using these rex rabbits completely transformed the area within 10 years.

That gives me hope that my life will be transformed within that time period.

What once was called the Sea of Death is now in the shape of a galloping horse. I can’t help but think—maybe my other dream is tied to him. I had to confront the galloping horse. White with red spots, kind of had a golden glow.

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Last month, I had what felt like a crisis. Thought I was going to die.

Smack dab in the middle of it, I start getting notifications to follow this guy on Instagram. Happens all the time.

And I’m like, no—I haven’t heard from him.

But I still texted him. Showed him.

Then I told him I loved him. Told everyone in my life I loved them.

In case I was going to be dead in the morning.

He didn’t respond. Of course.

Then, six days later, I get the same notification.

I’m like, fine. What the fuck.

I follow him. Let whatever happens, happen.

He says, "Don’t follow me."