I had the dream about the horseshoe crabs again last night.
I haven’t seen a horseshoe crab, living or dead, in at least fifteen years. The horseshoe crab, for those ignorant of such creatures, is basically a great big 300 million year old sea spider with a hard shell and a scary underbelly. The more educated amongst you [cough] might know them by the name Limulus Polyphemus.
The dream is always the same. I’m at the beach in my trunks, standing at the waters edge. I am precariously balanced on one leg, standing upon the hard back of one of these critters. My opposite leg is bent at the knee and raised, like Ralph Macchio in the crane stance. When I look toward the incoming breakers, ten of thousands of these creatures are emerging from the sea and are headed directly for me. Every few seconds a wave breaks at my feet, washing over my crabby footstool and threatening my fragile balance. As more crabs emerge toward me, threatening whatever menace they harbor, the closest specimens flip themselves over to expose their devilish looking underside, the part that I’m afraid of.
I always wake up as I lose my balance and fall into crabs.
I have no idea what significance this dream has in relation to my life. My childhood experience with these creatures was limited to picking them up by the tail and whacking other unsuspecting children in the back as hard as I could. They’ve got some weight to them and a big crab could easily send a twelve year old to the ground if you swung hard enough. I remain puzzled and disturbed, even at this late hour of the day.
Sea spiders?!?!?! That's more horrifying than anything I've ever seen in a movie.
maybe it means that deep down you'd really like a set of nipple clamps.
After looking at the underbelly, I'd say you're afraid of falling into vaginas that are not your own. You are balancing on the one that you can have, but the others are forbidden.
Likening these prehistoric beasts to vaginas is beyond my comprehension!
I can't imagine life if I'm afraid of vaginas. Vaginas = good. Prehistoric crabs= bad.
Vaginas + crabs of any sort= :(
No, no. You need to read the first sentence again.
And while I'm here, I'd like to take this opportunity to say that the comments template at this site sucks. Going to a whole new page, without the post or a way to navigate back to the blog is lame. (And I know the back button works, but if you leave a comment you have to go back twice. It irritates.)
Damn, I was going to make a comment about crabs and vaginas too, you beat me to it Jen.
I might have a couple of ideas to get the comments in a seperate window... I still have access to the blog I can try something if you want.
Jennifer, hit the 'Main' link up top you lazy American.
mmmm... giant sea spiders... very tasty with melted butter... drool
What "Main" button, Poopyhead?
What Victor said.
Ooo.. .the crabs must have fixed the comments ...
creepy.
In a tribute to good parenting, during a lecture to my daughter about the importance of washing your hands yesterday, I brought up your crab links and showed her and told her that is what germs look like. She held her hands out and looked at them with this touching look of horror I shall always cherish.
Let the OCD commence!
Thanks, Paul!
When you click the permalink to view the thread, there are links at the top of the page that take you to the neighboring posts, or back to the main page.