Several times I wrote that insects are big no matter where I look.
I frequently have very conscious dreams where I find myself ending up in rooms with insects lurking behind solid glas partitions. Among them are most often very peculiar insects. My senses are fully intact during these dreams so that I really get used to the fauna over there.
But that is by far not all.
Quite often I also end up in astral experiences where I touch these insects, or if they are smaller, even more of them all at once. In these moments I feel like not having any choice but to follow that nudge within, probably my Soul's compelling pushing in the knowingness that contact with insects is absolutely necessary to assimilate to, perhaps not because I will deal with them every single moment, but because sometimes closer confrontation will be inevitable. They might also be part of our daily diet over there, something I assume because in the dream state I have had experiences whereby
The really challenging factor is that while my Soul is pushing me inevitably to follow its nudges, my mental squeamishness I harbor toward them is just like in the waking state. In a sense I know this assimilation is an imperative thing to do, so I feel kind of grateful that I don't evade preparatory responsibility, but regardless, it is not easy at all.