I had a very strange dream that I remember fragments of: I was in Brooklyn visiting Jewish friends. There was clearly some event going on. The lady whose house it was may have been a performer at one point. Her husband was an invalid who stayed in his room, where a young lady played piano to soothe him - show tunes and light classics. The hostess kept gicing mew foods in containers, including a wonderful dish of some fish served in a golden colored cream sauce. I left the even with a bag full of food. The lady walked me to the subway, but it was the downtown side of the tracks going further into Brooklyn. I remember, too, that I realized I neither knew whose house I had visited nor the address, /It would be impossible to visit them again.
