The happy place

Cake ran out, there were cake and pie and they were expensive with mousse and suchlike. The type of cakes which are expensive.

It’s the type of cakes one typically associate with semi fancy work functions, with focus being on looks rather than on taste. Pastel colored.

Indeed this was in a type of work function, where one or other minor event, such as having exceeded quarterly projections or the like, was celebrated.

They (co workers) took all of the cake, but I managed to get a piece of a pie-like cake, (the ones with mousse having ran out, (this signified greed I think), but I thought the pie like cake was better because my belief was that even though it didn’t appear so fancy, it was on account of superior taste the better option nonetheless).

Then when I looked at my plate; laying next to the pie/cake was a little fish (on the northern part of plate). Silvery and with the size of two medium sized coins next to each other.

There was dinner or lunch served along with the cakes (though that was not the case from the beginning), and supposedly I’d gotten some dinner or lunch by mistake when I got the cake somehow. (There were only cakes)

Like when I used the cake knife to take a piece of the pie-like cake, hidden behind at the tip of the knife was the little fish.

Supposedly.

Then the little fish disappeared, instead the cake/pie become a bigger fish, size of a regular small fish like a shampoo bottle or something, and its eyes stood out of its face like on a slug, and it started moving and was in great distress and in pain (!), it’s eyes seeking mine. It clearly looked baked (eyes were shrunken and looked smoked), but also simultaneously clearly looked raw, and it definitely looked grotesque, and one was supposed to eat that one, like a delicacy; a sad fish in pain with freaky eyes stood out like antennae. And in a miserable situation of despair.

This upset me so much that I woke up before I got the opportunity to confront them (the upper middle class co workers who arranged the thing).