Last night I had a dream that I was in my parents' house, in the middle of the night. I had a wind-up model plane that flew, and a little baby chick, which, through some bit of dream logic, was about to lay an egg of its own. Again, with dream logic, it was imperative that the chick fly in the airplane and land with the egg intact.
I set the chick in flight, and it buzzed all around the house. It smashed at high force into the dining room wall. I looked around under the table for smashed egg (or chick) but could not find anything.
Not a glamorous story, but its always fun to read the interpretations of others.