They’re saying the research on chicken eggs is murder

I’m giving a tour of my research lab to potential investors. A bowl holds a fertilized three yolk egg shaped rather like a Venn diagram. I’m using a tiny microscopic needle to gently tease out a sample from the intersection where the yolks meet. I smear the sample onto a glass slide, then add a drop of a clear solution and a coverslip. I place the slide in a combined biological/ scanning electron microscope that is connected to a projection monitor where I display what is shown. As I twiddle dials on the microscope to zoom in, I’m explaining how the protein structures are different in the yolks of multiple yolk eggs from single yolk eggs, the significance and impacts of those protein structures, and what we hope this will tell us eventually about multiple births in other species, and how it might save lives. I’m very excited to be talking about this research to a receptive group. A sound at the lab door interrupts the conversation. Police rush in and grab me in my white lab coat, twist my arms behind my back and force me into handcuffs. I’m afraid and bewildered. I don’t understand what’s happening. A young man shouts over the noise of the group for everyone to stand aside, I am being arrested for the murders of baby chicks. I’m so confused. The eggs? They’re saying the research on chicken eggs is murder? But we eat eggs for food. I don’t understand. I don’t resist or question as they drag me from the room.

Relevant context: I work in higher education research.

-PF Anderson
Dream occured: 3/3/2025