Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.
But that is another story and shall be told another time.
Every real story is a never ending story.
What I've started I must finish. I've gone too far to turn back. Regardless of what may happen, I have to go forward.
A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.
Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?