The Snake, The Dream, and The Reminder I Needed

Last week, I cried my eyes out to my mentor. Not a cute little tear, but the kind of cry that comes from deep in your chest — the kind you can’t hold back even if you try. I’ve been feeling like I just can’t catch a break lately as an entrepreneur. Every time I think I’m coming up for air, something else hits. And then on top of that, this time of year always feels heavy for me. As the anniversary of my Dad’s sudden passing gets closer, there’s this weight that shows up before I even realize it. Grief has a way of circling back, no matter how much healing you think you’ve done.

As I’m sitting there wiping my face, my mentor looks at me and says, “Well, we’re not giving up — because you know your Daddy wouldn’t have that.”

And she was right. I didn’t even argue. I just said, “I know, I know,” because I could hear his voice in my head saying the exact same thing. My Dad never raised me to quit, even when life got loud. Especially when life got loud.

Two days later, I had a dream about him. Now, let me tell you — I rarely ever dream of my Dad. I’ve wanted to, I’ve prayed to, but it just doesn’t happen often. But this time, he showed up.

In the dream, there was a snake trying to attack me. I remember feeling terrified, like the snake represented everything that’s been coming at me in real life — stress, doubt, setbacks, all of it. My Dad stepped in and trapped the snake. Somehow it got loose twice, but on the third try, he finally killed it. What’s wild is that I never remember dreams after I wake up. It’s like my brain hits delete instantly. But this one? It stuck with me all day. It felt too real, too intentional, too symbolic to ignore.

So of course, I looked up the meaning.

Everything I found said something along the lines of:
A loved one killing a snake in a dream symbolizes protection, removing hidden threats, overcoming spiritual or emotional battles, and a message that you are being guided, shielded, and supported — even when you feel alone.

When I read that, it stopped me in my tracks. Sometimes the universe speaks softly, and sometimes it sends your Daddy into your dreams to kill whatever has been trying to take you out.
I needed that reminder — that even when I feel overwhelmed, or tired, or unsure, I am not unprotected. I am not walking alone. The battles I don’t see are being fought for me. The things that feel like they’re circling me are already being handled. And the strength I reach for… sometimes that strength is him.

Message heard.
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And if you’re going through something similar — if you’re grieving, or struggling, or feeling like life has been swinging at you nonstop — I hope you hear your own message too. You’re protected. You’re guided. You’re supported. More than you know.