It happened in early July.
I had a dream. In it, I was in my hobby room where I keep all my tarantulas. Everything looked exactly the same as in real life, the shelves, the lighting, the soft hum of the air, the subtle warmth. It felt ordinary. But the silence carried a strange weight.
That's when I saw my oldest tarantula. The one who had passed some time ago. She didn't move, but somehow, her thoughts reached into me.
"Don't ship her."
No name. No details. Just that gentle, quiet, clear.
And yet I knew exactly who she meant. The Singaporean Blue. A beautiful spider I had planned to ship out the next morning.
In the dream, I didn't question how I knew, it just made sense. Her message didn't need to be spoken aloud.
I wanted to respond, but I knew I couldn't. Even within the dream, I understood this was a one-way message. I was only meant to receive.
When I woke up, sunlight filled the room. My packaging table was ready, the materials laid out neatly. I was supposed to ship the Singaporean Blue that very day. But the dream lingered.
So I checked on her just to be sure.
And there she was. Curled gently around an egg sac. Quietly guarding it, protecting it.
If I had shipped her that day, the eggs might've been lost. She might have been harmed. I cancelled the shipment immediately and called my friend to explain. Thankfully, he understood.
I know it was just a dream.
I'm not claiming it was a ghost or something supernatural. But the dream gave me something I had no way of knowing. It changed what I did.
So if something speaks to you in a dream, gives you a message you couldn't have known otherwise, and alters your path, doesn't that make it an encounter? I don't know for sure. But I'm grateful I listened.
Sending Love.
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