A couple of days ago
A giant interstellar storm was approaching earth and was going to destroy it. There was one large spaceship on which a select few (not myself) were going to escape, including the 'royal family' – not the British royal family but a sort of global one, loved and revered.
The storm was coinciding with some sort of anniversary and the race was on to get the traditional gifts ready and onto the spaceship (royal family being already aboard) before the world ended. I helped carry the traditional large rectangular iron plate (like a manhole cover) stamped/cast with good typography, then was on my way to my next destination when I saw a design and art shop had an end of the world sale on. Although anything I bought would be a short lived pleasure, I thought it worth ducking in for a quick look, but there was very little left and the place was almost ransacked, though I did pick up a nicely designed flyer for an upcoming art show.
I continued on and found my flatmate Diego frantically putting the finishing touches on another royal gift, a giant heart-shaped chocolate cake. He was carefully poking chocolate buttons into the icing on top but in a very deliberate and evenly spaced way. Firstly I urged him to get up to the spaceship and finish the cake on board, just in case, but he reminded me that regardless of the approaching apocalypse, the cake HAD to be prepared on earth for it to be 'proper'. I then asked if I could help him by placing some chocolate buttons on the cake top as well, but he said "no this is a traditional Colombian way of decorating, it cannot be shortcut".
Later, somehow I was walking across a footbridge across the River Thames and found a small camera, so was taking some shots of the approaching apocalyptic storm – sort of like a giant bruise in the sky. I never found out if Diego got the cake to the ship in time.
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