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Spidey Sense



Dark intuition
Listen to that inner voice
Deep inside your head

Ever since I was a little kid, I’d say eight or so, I have had a spidey sense. A sense that something was going to happen before it happened. Normally it was is not a gift that had any redeeming qualities. I have never been able to use it as a tool to help anyone out of an impending tragedy, except for maybe one time, and that one time, it probably saved my life.

It was the spring of 1990. I was in grad school and taking a molluscan biology course that included a research trip down the FL Keys. I know, I had it rough, right? Actually this trip turned out to be a giant pain-in-the-ass, baby sitting job because as an older (read almost 30) grad student, I had a state drivers license so I got to drive the university pig-of-a-van AND be in charge of the ten or so whiney-baby undergrads. There were only three grad students on this trip so we were soundly outnumbered. The main goal of the undergrads was not to find mollusks but to find alcohol and as this was a research lab and they were all under age, a war ensued; those of us with everything to lose, paying our own way vs. the party hungry idiots that had “Daddy” paying for everything.

I digress….

So the three of us grad students (all women) were about two days into our FL Key’s adventure. We had been planning all day to do a night snorkel because everything is insanely beautiful at night. The creatures of the ocean are brightly colored but during the day the sun light filters through the blue green water dampening out many of the bright colors essentially turning them into shades of brown, gray mud.

Besides, the really neat predators come out at night.

Little did we know….

So after much planning and excitement about the upcoming adventure, nightfall came and we headed for a beach accessible under one of the nearby bridges. Our white van was the only vehicle in the parking lot. Note: these bridges are good locations because they always dredge under bridges and that creates a vertical wall of prolific sea life. We had two flashlights each, because safe divers always carry a spare and we were shuffling to avoid any stingrays, out towards deeper water when a vision suddenly flashed into my head. I stopped cold. My friends turned to me and asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “When the red van pulls up into the parking lot, be quiet. Don’t make a sound. We need to huddle together and turn on all of our flashlights. That way he will think there are six of us, not three and he won’t know we are women.” They both screamed, ”What are you talking about!” I lowered my voice and calmly explained, “A very bad man is going to pull up in a red van. His intent is to hurt us -or worse if given a chance. We need to have an action plan if we are going to survive.” “We’ve been looking forward to this all day!” one whined. “ I know,” I said, “but it is pointless now. Don’t argue, it isn’t safe.“ At which point they thought I was deadly serious but certifiably crazy. That is, until we heard the scrunch of tires on crushed coral and we witnessed a red van slowly pulling into the parking lot under the all-too-weak street lamp from the bridge above. By that point our hair was standing on end and even though my friends were completely freaked out, they miraculously managed to suppress their screams. Suddenly, I wasn’t so crazy. A man got out of the van and started pacing up and down the beach. My eyes locked onto the glow of his cigarette. Mistake number one: I could track his movements.

We began to shuffle back to our van, huddled together, keeping the six flashlights moving, scanning, away from us but keeping him in our sights. I slowly gathered my keys into a splay between my fingers; the door key between my thumb and forefinger. We would only have a short window of time to unlock our van and get to safety. There was no room for error. Then a sinking feeling came over me. Fuck. A Dog. A-Big-Fucking-Dog. He was pacing the beach with his master. It looked like the silhouette of a Doberman. “Shit, I did not see the dog coming. Shit, this wasn’t part of the vision. Shit, plan adjustment.” So I lowered my voice and barely whispered, “See the dog? Keep heading toward our van. When we hit solid beach, I will signal, Now! Bolt for the side door. I will unlock it and we will jump in. If anything goes wrong, you guys scatter. I’m not going down without a fight.”

So, have any of you ever had a dream where you were trying to run but you couldn’t because you were running under water? This was that nightmare come true. We knew we couldn’t run with any semblance of control until we got to at least the knee-deep point. So we slowly plodded along, progressing from waist-deep water to knee-deep water towards our van as planned. It was the longest three minutes of my life. That was, until the man tossed his cigarette. Then tunnel vision hit me and I knew we had to make our move and make it quickly. “Shit, now I can’t track him. Shit, I don’t know where he is. Shit, where is that fucking dog?” As the three of us finally got to shallow enough water to run, the man simultaneously rushed around to the passenger side of his red van and opened the door. His dome light came on. Mistake number two: I could see everything he was doing. I could see he was fishing something out of the glove compartment. “Shit, is that a gun? I think he has a fucking gun.”

“Now!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. We all made a break for our van. As I got closer to the van door I could feel a hot breath and graze of teeth on my ankles, “Nooo, the fucking demon dog from hell!” I whipped around and side kicked blindly until I heard a yelp from pain. Finally, all those years of dance training put to good use. I was sure I broke one of the dog’s ribs and I didn’t care. I quickly unlocked the side door and we all tumbled inside the van. I had no idea where the man was; I didn’t look back. I jumped in the drivers seat, started our van and peeled out as fast as I could. As we headed back towards the research station I kept a watch in the rearview mirror. One of the girls said, “Maybe we could go to another location to dive?” I snapped, “You have to be fucking kidding? Look behind, he’s following us. We are going back to the research station and going to bed. Be grateful we are alive.”

So did my vision really save our lives or did my overactive imagination overreact to some poor schmuck taking a smoke break with his dog? That I will never know, but I know what I felt; I felt an evil presence and I know what I saw; I saw a shadow that looked like a gun and I know this; I would never want to go back and test that theory out.

Have you ever had a “spidey sense” moment? I would love to hear about it.

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

25 thoughts on “Spidey Sense

  1. Whichever it was it’s a great story. Can’t say it’s ever happened to me.

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  2. Thank you Derrick! True story.

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  3. Wow, that must have been terrifying. I sometimes get a glimpse, like a snap shot of a future even. It normally means nothing and i forget it until i get to that point.

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  4. Exactly! And thankfully so many times I’m wrong too. This one was truly terrifying. I felt it before I saw it.

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  5. The hairs rose ose up all over my bady as I was reading that. (no, seeing as you asked, I don’t shave) It had the ring of authenticity, and I think you really were in danger.
    I get those moments, but they’re never about anything really serious. i remember once I thought a bottle of wine was about to slide off a table. It seemed like an irrational thought, because the table wasn’t sloping, so I ignored it, only to watch it fall about a minute later. I wondered whether I had somehow caused it to happen. There have been a few incidents like that, but not for many years. I prefer to push away the deepest recesses of the subconscious mind.

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  6. Very cool on the bottle of wine. Yes, I get how you feel about it -pushing it away. I often want to suppress these feelings and can’t. Thanks for reading!

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  7. I have never had anything so specific, but I have a strong sense of intuition. My People have learned that if I say, “We need to not take this trail” or “It’s time to leave – NOW” that they need to listen. Most recently it was getting my family out of a celebration… One that turned hostile and ended up involving the police only 15 minutes after we left.

    Mostly, I just get a really bad feeling, like a stone sinking in my gut. And my hearing becomes super-sharp; I hone in on details of conversations, literally from across the room. Perhaps I just have an overdeveloped sense of Get The F*ck Outta Here.

    The worst thing, for me, is dreams. I can’t always interpret them in time, and even if I can, they are often a prediction/premonition of the inevitable. Or even of something that is happening RIGHT NOW. I experienced my grandfather’s stroke via such a dream. The two others that stand out are the robbery of thousands of dollars’ worth of heirloom furniture from my family’s farm, and my ex’s motorcycle crash.

    Now, if I have a dream that I can’t decipher, but that leaves me with *that* gut feeling, I call my mother. All I have to say is, “You need to check on everybody” and she does. Inevitably, within a week, I know what my dream meant.

    I find that this freaks people out a bit, so I generally don’t talk about it. But basically this is a really long way of saying, “I grok.”

    So glad you got out of that situation safely.

    Always ALWAYS trust your gut. ❤

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  8. Good you did… even though it was scary.

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  9. I’ve not met anyone who sees things in the future like I do… that sounds weird doesn’t it?

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  10. OMG thank you for this! You are one neat lady. Yes! I do the same sometimes with dreams and so does my Mom. I wish it could be used for more proactive, helpful measures. It leaves me feeling helpless a lot of the time.

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  11. It doesn’t sound weird at all. There is possibly even scientific evidence for such phenomena such as parallel universes.

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  12. It leaves me feeling helpless a lot of the time.

    Yes. Exactly this.

    I sometimes feel as though I have been granted this incredible gift that I can’t quite figure out how to use. It is both awesome and awful.

    And it sometimes functions like an old fuzzy-screen black and white tube television whose rabbit ears are pointed the wrong direction for reception. I don’t know what’s worse: knowing something is going to happen but being unable to pinpoint it, or having something happen to a loved one with no warning and thinking, “Damn, I should have KNOWN!”


    Next time I’m granted a superpower, I’m asking for the Cloak Of Invisibility. 😉

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  13. I think its more about our perceptions of time…

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  14. Your story is both interesting and enlightening. Held me in thrall! I know anytime I don’t follow my gut feeling, I am sorry. My daughter has had visits from family members who have passed on and they are always right on about what they tell her. I have many stories that would curl your hair!

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  15. Thank you so much. I would love to hear your stories! Please write them. It gives me comfort to know I am not alone with these feelings.


  16. I will as soon as I can find time to write a few down. They are different from yours but still pretty out there.

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  17. Wonderfully composed remembrance. I could see things unfold, and the working of the mind gears in such a fight-or-flight response based on “spidey sense.”

    The first spidey sense moment that pops into my head was from my high school days in Seattle. I was a pot head with four of pot head friends (all guys of course), and we had gone to Discovery Park on Magnolia Hill along the Puget Sound. It was a huge park, once having been an army base, Fort Lawton. In those days at least, many of the rank and file barracks had been left standing and just boarded up. So, of course, we would break into the three and four story high buildings as place to hang and smoke pot (without worrying about getting tagged by the cops).

    In general, I was the “wuss” of the group, meaning I had a high fear factor. There was no way I was going to go into a cemetery to get high, which the most of them was the greatest idea since pizza. (Lucky for me, I or my friend who leaned my direction on the fear scale were the ones with pot, so we held veto power). Needless to say, I was jazzed about the idea of going into these barracks at Discovery Park. Aside from the filth (plenty of other stoners had the same idea and they weren’t the pack it in – pack it out types), for me, the buildings were damn spooky as hell. But while I stood my wuss ground a lot of the times, I still had the desire not to be seen to as a complete wuss.

    So this one day we went into one of the barracks and got high in one of the rooms on the first floor. Then came the wonderful idea: Let’s explore the place. I bit my tongue and swallowed my fear, joining them on a creepy excursion up the stair to the floors and rooms above. Suddenly I felt my bad mojo radar go off the charts, just as we entered the room. I was bringing up the rear, of course, and was about to blurt out “I’ll see you guys outside” when they just stopped in their tracks and and the laughter went silent.

    I made it to the doorway and peered in, past my friends standing frozen. There was the typical scattering of past visitors on the floor, but the walls were covered in crazy scribbles and hundred (and I am not exaggerating) of hand prints all in red. No one said a word, and we all turned and bolted out of the building, and as far away from what felt like being in the presence of pure evil.

    I don’t have to say it tweaked me out many years later when at the end of the film “The Blair Witch Project” the room the film ended on, there was the same kind of hand prints.

    I would add that much of this wuss factor was an probably the early blossoming of my General Anxiety Disorder. When I read ” we were shuffling to avoid any stingrays, out towards deeper water…” I tried to wrap my mind around people such as yourself who could so nonchalantly do such activities. Like my friends talking about hiking in Grizzly Country in Alaska and nonchalantly talking about how one had to clang coffee cans together as one hiked to keep the bears away (and then slept in tents during the night!).

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  18. Wow, what a great story. Thank you. I don’t think you needed to be high to be freaked out by that room. It sounded like a bad trip all by itself. I will admit this, while it is probably a foolish notion, I am less afraid of animals than people. Animals on the whole are much more predictable. There is usually an instinct or need behind an action. Humans can be just plain evil.

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  19. Oh, and thank for the spell check. Seriously, I’m an idiot.

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  20. This well-written story surprised me twice. (1) Saying “I digress” may be helpful (here, in a deft transition from humorous griping to a riveting escape story). (2) A claim about info leaking backward in time may still be plausible, even to an old skeptic familiar with recall bias, memory plasticity, and subconscious processing. I admire both how U coped with the danger and how U wrote about it.

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  21. Thank you! This one had me a bit nervous. My comfort zone is humor and I had not tried to tell a serious or scary story before. I’m glad it worked.

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  22. Good post, very interest, thanks.

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