Mystery Box by Wicker Basket

I once had a dream that I was walking out of some woods and came across a gypsy caravan on a dirt road. One of the wagons had glass display chests filled with wares of curiosity and antiquity. As I perused the items, I saw a box.

The box was covered in confusing and fascinating images in black and white. It appeared to be some sort of game. I wanted to know what was inside, but something was telling me that the box was evil. I felt a strange attraction and wariness about it.

My thoughts were interrupted by a crowd of people running by, throwing eggs at each other. Each egg exploded in red, yellow, green, and blue yolk. When I turned back, the caravan was gone.