I’m not sure exactly where I was, but I was staying with someone and trying to fix a meal (breakfast, I think, although it may have been lunch) for their children. All I could seem to manage was a bowl of grits, which worked out because the toast had already been made. Obviously breakfast, I know, but it seemed peculiar in the dream, which makes me think it was really lunch time.
The scene shifted, and although I was with the same people, time had passed, and it was already evening. Everything took a surreal turn, though, because there were other people in and out and it was perfectly logical in the course of the dream that the man I had been spelled (in the anime magical substance sense, not the witchcraft idea of a spell – I’ve read too much Ranma fanfic lately) to love had also been spelled to love me – but his spell had to be activated by Sprite. It wouldn’t have been a problem, except that another woman was already in love with him, even though he always rebuffed her advances. Regardless of her, I found a bottle of Sprite and soaked him with it. Then we embraced and it was settled that we would marry at some point.