My father and I are sitting in the livingroom (different from our own) and watching a football match on TV. My mother enters the room with dinner and lays a plate on a small table in front of me. On the plate is a loaf of bread in the shape of a handbag (it even had a strap made from bread and everything haha!). The breadbag was fresh from the oven and smelled delicious. I then turn my attention back to the television. An orange/red team is making an attacking break up the right wing and I become very excited about the movement. Before I know it I'm transported into the game as a member of the red team, participating in the game.
Quite a random dream.