(apologies to Jupiter Images, this really belongs to them.)
(also, I know this as an "egg on an island," but I've also heard it referred to as an "egg/bird in a basket," and on an episode of Northern Exposure
, Shelly mentioned a variant involving cheese called a "One-Eyed Jack.")
I have had a fucking awful cold since Sunday, maybe Saturday, so I've been miserable and whiny and doped up on the Advil Cold & Sinus. I must have gotten a bad pill last night, because I woke up at about 3 or 4 in the morning with a horrible image in my head. It was an old tv set, playing sequential, closeup stills of a fork mercilessly tearing apart an egg on an island. Yolk flying everywhere, egg-covered fork glinting menacingly. The stills were played slowly at first, each image lingering on the tv for a few seconds, but gradually they sped up to an insane speed, which I think is what really freaked me out.* It wasn't something I had been dreaming about; this was an image that was with me just as I woke up. And I just lay there, utterly terrified by this egg massacre, with a very strange familiar feeling, like this was something that had frightened me when I was little and I had repressed it and not thought about it since.
I glanced over at Jeremy, who was sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him up just because I was hallucinating scary eggs, so I closed my eyes to go back to sleep--and all I could see were horrible, white, cartoony faces with big black eyes staring back at me from my eyelids. I opened them again, stared around the room, thought of eggs, tried desperately not to think of eggs, closed my eyes, saw scary faces, and thought, How will I ever get back to sleep if I can't close my eyes?
I did, eventually, but I can't explain to you the sheer terror I felt in those few minutes when I was tormented by thoughts of eggs.
*Having just listened to "There's No Earthly Way of Knowing" from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, there's a similar freaky buildup in that as well.
Anyway, Happy New Year. :D