huge halls with parquet floor

huge halls with parquet floor, big windowscreens.
somebody said we used to sit down and drink hot chocolate and wine together. his mom came in the room, with flowers, no, she doesn't drink, she said, ain't that right?
her eyes piercing, i decide to be honest: I used to drink a little, but I don't anymore.
Well, she says, that's what you get now and locks the cupboards. I suppose they contain alcohol, my love is feeling uncomfortable...
I am cooking, and this since a while. I keep asking him, do you want Pastrami? Do you want Pastrami? Finally he answers, all concentrated on his mom, no, I already get some. It feels weird, even in the dream. I mumble something like 'funny, huh, now you have two women cook for you...' In my pan there is eggs, some bread and I add Mozarella. It melts away like butter.
In this moment his dad comes by, gives him a huge hug, I see it from the corner of my eyes, don't really dare to look.
what a devastating woman you have to work with he says warmly and devastating is apparently a really positive word, as he likes me, and what the heck, I mean, it 's a dream, so anything can mean anything.
there are other people, that i know, but I don't remember. Whether or not. What I remember are the

parquet floors, huge, two huge halls. And I see myself dancing through them, art installations, making music....

I turn to my love and say: we should ask your Mom, whether she was serious that we could have this place. And I shake my head in disbelief as to how freaking ridiculously huge this place is.

And I am cooking...