Salvador Dali described holding a fork above a metal plate as his method of enhancing his creativity; he claimed to be fully rested in the interval of the fork's falling.

so the ball of blue fire that came out of the telephone in our kitchen during an intense thunderstorm, dancing across the room, knocking my mother ass-over-teakettle before grounding itself in the clock on the stove (ruining it) was JUST something i hallucinated?

Moody Blues, for the win.