Red Lobster-Personal Narrative

Cousin always enjoyed his dreams, thought of them as movies in which he starred. The best part was their length and how vivid everything was. It seemed as if he had but one dream each night, and that lasted until he woke. The details of the dreams often remained with him throughout the day, and he would reflect on their possible meaning and significance.

This dream seemed no more peculiar than any other did at first. Except for the sneaking suspicion that it was not a dream at all. His sensations were more acute, more tangible even as they were duller. The obsidian black sand of the beach was fine and glimmered as if mixed with diamond dust. The silver sea at its edge was as still as glass, and reflected the purple sky making it appear in places, as if the two were one stretching put into infinity. A blood moon hung full on the horizon larger than any Cousin had ever seen. It painted a stripe right down the center of the water like a Hollywood red carpet.

It wore a tabard of some sort that had the words, "Red Lobster," on it. In one of its oversized claws was a halberd that resembled a Lobster Fork. It raised itself up from where it was buried in the sand and came within a few feet before stopping. Its eyestalks moved independently, scrutinizing him closely as it clacked its large pincer claw repeatedly, making him a bit nervous.

"Hello, where is everyone? I have never seen a beach so deserted before, not even in my dreams," he said. When the crab made no answer, Cousin wondered if it was even capable of speech, but continued on more slowly. "Can you tell me what the time is? I can't make out if it's night or day in this peculiar light. For that matter, I can't make out much at all."

The crab lowered itself and scrabbled around to his other side where he again raised up and continued his inspection of Cousin, before announcing in stentorian