Dreamt there was a deal to be sealed with some very expensive, very exquisite coffee. Just at the moment of mutual and ritualized sipping, a fleeing slave burst in and fell into the table.
Coffee, silk, brass, and porcelain went flying as the table broke.
The slaveowner ran in shortly after everything went to shit and everyone froze in fear.
My host asked me to hold his cup, which meant I had both hands full and was unable to act without spilling what little remained of the thick syrup. Which was just as well. The slave was killed quickly. The slaveowner, not so quickly.
The deal was sealed and I left without incident.