Dream/pattern

I'm standing on a tall building, surrounded by eggs, and I crack and separate the yolk from the, uh, clear part, which is sometimes the most tedious thing I do all day. It is fall and Spiderman, my old idol, hes standing just 15 feet away from me stretching out the milk, which I add to the yolks. I don't remember why I do this, but the end result is good, so, I want to fly like he does through the skyscrapers. He soothes my worries and tells me that I can all on my own. Just like him, chop and search always one ingredient is missing and I'm STARVING, I check the pantry for the umpteenth time, I know the entire bag of onions was not consumed over night, and I peer over the edge of the building. Yeah, I think I can, anyway, ill figure it out when I drop the eggs into the pan and they sizzle, quickly frying and morphing.