The setting was a house back in Rochester, NY where the family called the Crowley's used to live, but my aunt Mary was living there. In reality, she used to live across the street from this house. As I am walking up toward the house, there was a Western Union boy delivering two letters to the house next door that my aunt lived in. In reality, this was the Howland house, and one of the letters was for Kirk Howland, a boy who used to live there. They had owned a grocery store on the corner. The messenger boy lifted up one of the letters to look at it, and it seemed as if I could also see it even though I was at some distance away. One of the letters, which was for Kirk, was from some industrial firm and it seemed evident in the dream that this was containing some sort of job offer for him. I'm not sure whether the messenger boy was on a Vespa, or not, but it seemed as if he made quite a bit of noise as he arrived. As I was walking along on the sidewalk, I heard this noise behind me and moved over to the side expecting him to pass, and then he didn't. I looked back then and he was already started up toward the porch to deliver the letters.  I went up to the house that my aunt was living in and could hear a great deal of noise going on inside. What I was supposed to deliver was an orange electrode, which was tied up in a knot. I was unsure as to whether I should just leave it in the mailbox, because it seemed that there were other electrodes lying there in the mailbox, or whether I should ring the bell and present it in person. I decided on the latter and my aunt arrived at the door. She asked me as to whether some arrangements had been made for a particular date that was either for that day or the next day. This was in relationship to some party that was going to be held. She asked whether we had contacted this one relative, and I said," No, that we had tried earlier but couldn't reach her." ("Her" meaning this relative she was asking about.)  Then she asked if my sister had contacted her teacher, and I said, "No." My aunt said she was disappointed about this as the situation with the teacher should have been worked out as it seemed to present some awkwardness at the party. I agreed and said yes, this was somewhat of a difficulty, and I had noticed the tension building up in my sister as she seemed to be more fidgety and my mother had also seemed to notice this. I think I said something about my mother and I had discussed this between us, about my sister's increasing anxiety, but we didn't know what we could do about it. Then my aunt said, "Well, this isn't any reason that you shouldn't be able to relax and enjoy yourself at the party. This is something your sister is going to have to work out for herself."  Then I had the feeling that my aunt had always been this sort of person, of one who had always set high standards and always seemed to feel a little critical toward us as we were not more responsible and more relative oriented. That is we did not seem to carry through with the responsibilities or obligations one had toward relatives.