I am on my way to some morning affair at these people's house in Hampstead. They are friends of Robbie's. I'm in the car going to this thing, and I don't even know the address. At the morning thing in the synagogue they behaved like they live in a huge home but driving through the streets here it looks like all the homes are the same. I arrive at a street where so many cars are parked. This must be it.
Who know how I arrived in the right house, but in the next scene I am walking into the kitchen and my sister Hainya is there. She lets go of a kid and comes to hug me. I feel how skinny she is! She does not let go of the hug!! I can't break away!! I swear, I have to pull away a little at a time. Like literally peeling myself away from her piece by piece.
Now I am in the dining room. There's two women sitting at the table asking me to make some kind of prayer over the food as if I know that prayer, which I don't. I say I don;t know it but they keep starting it as if I should finish it or correct them. I tell them they anyways seem to know what they're doing. The beginning part is good anyway. All the prayers start the same. They explain the hostess is so angry and asking me didn't O see her a minute ago? No. I didn't and in the dream I don't even know what this woman looks like.
She went upstairs because she was so upset the caterers had come and sprayed some kind of oil on the food she was serving. Apparently she had decided not to serve the food that you are supposed to spray. She had decided to serve less and made something herself, not fancy, very small and it seems like she left from some embarrassment as well that she hadn't spent more on the food.
I also spent a few minutes in the living room where the men were sitting and making some prayers and/or talking. Mostly this whole dream was a matter of me wondering what the heck I was doing there since I didn't even really know these people!