There were a bunch of soccer players at our house. Our house was huge, but it wasn’t this one that we currently live in. There was a big balcony inside that overlooked the living room.
It might have been this dream, or perhaps a different one, that Michael made lasagna. He had a piece, but he ate it in the other room. Alex and Dylan each had one, and then I ate the rest of the lasagna. I felt so guilty – thinking “How could I have eaten over half of a lasagna?” and I thought that Michael probably wanted to eat the rest of it after I was gone. (Not sure where I was going.)
Also, maybe in this dream but maybe in a separate one, I had to make meat loaf. I didn’t have a recipe, but Michael said to use eggs, breadcrumbs, and meat, and I was ok with that.