House party

I was bringing grad school friends Anita and Jim to see my childhood home, and I was quite proud to show it off. As is always the case in dreams, the house was an "off" version of itself, with much higher steps and a more majestic entrance. When we got inside, I found that the caterers for my father's retirement party had arrived and were at work setting up for the fete, but the house was a MESS because my father hadn't bothered to clean it or have it cleaned.

The party began; all his colleagues were there (some with food over their eyes). They all greeted me and congratulated me on my pregnancy warmly. The atmosphere was quite festive, despite the dirty house.