Night of November 3, 1972. Friday.

This dream has a very eerie atmosphere and there is almost a sense of nausea in-dream at a couple points. Human civilization will be challenged by a possible "end of the world" scenario, but it only means that most people will have to go into hiding and have far more secure homes. This involves something to do with smaller white lobsters.

At one point, I walk over a mostly featureless landscape to the northwest although there is a small library in the region. I see a couple downward-half-sphere holes in the ground (of the type that look like they were made for campfires) that are filled with small white lobsters but I am not sure if they are alive. They seem randomly “piled” on top of each other.

Tina L (a female classmate around my age, perhaps a few months younger) is at the library. There are sustained moods of tentative fear. For some reason, she has a thicker English accent (recurring). (I am not quite sure why she appeared as such in certain dreams, as I am fairly certain she was American for the most part but she did seem to deliberately try to sound English every now and then.) There are only a couple white lobsters in the library so far, on a couple of the shelves about four feet up from the floor.

We need to escape from the area due to there being more and more of these small white lobsters which may have a disease or pose some other sort of threat. There is this very clear idea that we will be able to escape sooner than everyone else and eventually leave (with the promise of being “safer than anyone else”). However, as we go easterly, we are blocked by an extremely deep canyon running north/south. Looking down, the canyon is so deep, that the raging river below is only barely visible. In real life, though, there would be no such land features in Florida.