Ruined Cake

Last night I dreamt I was to prepare a cake for a large party of my friends and colleagues. Except instead of making a delightful cake, I made one with the horrifying visage of a man. Realizing my mistake, I decided to smash the cake with my fists, deciding it was better to be seen by people as someone so incompetent that he could not even make a decent cake, rather being seen as a person who would make a cake with such frightening imagery. And then I woke up.