Egg race

The weirdest dream. I was running towards my house holding a couple of eggs. Half way I realize the eggs were cracked and beginning to ooze from between the spaces in my fingers. I tightened my fingers, trying to nullify any gaps between them, hoping to prevent the whites of the eggs from seeping through between my fingers..to no avail. The mucosal whites hung down in suspended animation between the earth and my hands, dripping down every so slowly yet persistently. 

I'd quickened my pace. In fact I'd started running. Both the eggs had cracked and the yolks had now started to slowly exit their calcium cage. The yellow rounds were visible in my palms and I was still running. 

I could see that I was steadily losing my whites..the integrity of my eggs was lost, but still I ran.

For what? To preserve the yolks? I woke up seconds after that, and began typing it all here..lest I forget and my dreams get pushed to the ether (like some do, in cases of wicked alarms that often scream in your ears and jolt you awake)