Dream: It Takes The Cake

With interpolations but no embellishments.

I worked for a large company on a very small Mediterranean or Carribean Island. Mid-morning one day, a large one-layer cake appeared on a table. It remained for about 90 minutes, unexplained and untouched. Finally a fat man, prominent in the company, and his girl friend helped themselves to modest servings from a corner of the cake. Within minutes they fell sick. I ordered that the cake be removed from the room. I am not clear what became of it. I am aware that the pair who ate from it were dead within a day. Much later, the cake was traced to a passenger on a a cruise ship which had left port the same day as when the cake appeared. For years later, whenever the same cruise ship staged a port call at the island, it was greeted with measurably more enthusiasm on the part of natives or locals than was the case with other similar arrivals.