Dream About Meeting Friends And Family In New York

This dream was layered. I was leaving work in soho new york and that got me real proximity to my friends and family. I first meet up with my cousins. My cousin on my father’s side are my favorite people. They are family and friends. So im extatic to see them in a new setting. Its a house, and i do know if it is someones new house, or a house just for us to meet up and enjoy eachothers company. Some how we start discussing cars. Danny, a childhood family friend on my mothers side asks me if my step father can fix his car for cheap. I say sure but i find it strange because his father can fix his car. I tell my mom this and she says “go back and tell danny that joe can do it, but his father can do it better and faster. He is fixing my entire car for $1,000” i go back and tell danny and now im at a private event space in a bar. I find danny and i tell him. He doesn’t care and says he doesnt want to ask his dad. Thats the end of that. Im left in the bar with some of my best friends from college, and people i havent seen in years. There is a projector on the wall and it is displaying my text messages. I dont care too much as nothing coming up is salacious. There is one person there is is admiring me very strongly. He looks like a boy i went to middle school with who is grown and handsome now but has lost his vision. He doesn’t wear glasses. He displays his white cloudy eyes. His eyes move around the room as if he can still see but we know he can not. I mingle around the room, hugging my friend Trisha, in so happy to see her. We talk about how me being in soho will make it so we can do more stuff like this. A text messages comes up on the screen and its from my friend Phillip. He says he misses me and wishes he could come. The meeting up at this bar now feels like its my birthday. People start bringing me gifts. Beautiful gifts. When the blind guy gives me his gifts you can tell it was the most heartfelt gifts. It was in a tin box divided into sections. It had used airpods, pictures of him at the age I remembered him. And little smaller items you can tell he made himself. Someone asks “what did he get you” i quickly say “AIR PODS!” And shut the box. I dont want him to be embarrassed or teased for only bringing things he already had. I get the suspicion he can’t afford it but made and effort to come out and see me. Then the display of my text messages get juicy. They are from Rudy! An old friend who couldnt make it in person. But hes saying things that dont makensense. The messages read “hey its rudy. I miss you. I get the feeling you dont want to be friends any longer and that hurt me. “ im annoyed and embarrassed for him. Most people in the room know him, are seeing these messages and know the truth as to why we are longer close. At first i was embarrassed and wanted to disconnect the display of my messages. But then i decided i didnt care, left them up, and continued to flirt with the poor blind guy from my childhood