They just waved their claws at me and never stopped dropping out of my blanket, and I was sooooo tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

I was an unloader at the time, which meant I had to climb down into a hold full of crabs and shovel them into a tub with my hands. So you can see where the fuel for the dream came from.

We had a few boats with kings like the one in the picture come through...they were scary at first, but they were so slow that they were no threat at all, even though their claws are strong enough to cut a broomstick. You'd feel them start to close their claws, but it was no problem to just slip out before their grip tightened enough to do damage.