Home Party

1. Jeve

I only remember the last part of a dream.
We are all in the living room of my parents. Lots of people, most I know, it is a mix of family, friends and neighbours. Beha is there. My brother D is there. At some point in the dream, J&W are also there, my cousins, they sit in the sofa across of me, I'm sitting more on the side of my mother's chair. J&W showed up today, although this is the first time they reunite with the family, and they start arguing, in a friendly way, as among brothers, but the thing is that they mostly speak to each other, not the rest of the guests. They are grown up in the meanwhile. One of them gets up and goes to my room and comes back. The way they act reminds me of how Bedr and Jodr related to each other. They are brothers, neighbours. I tell this to the other guests, while they are a moment away, that is, to my room.
The main focus of the dream, however, is the presence of Jeve. I can't take my eyes of her. Earlier in the dream she was in the bedroom of D, together with others, as well as me, but I don't remember what happened there.
Now, she's a guest as so many others, and she sits across of me, which is a long way, but easy to look in her eyes. While I continually long to talk to her or to watch her, I eat grapes, green ones, they are on the table. Some of them are a bit too ripe, but most are okay. I pick them with care. My brother N sits on my left, and shares some of the grapes. 
If I remember correctly, there's also cheese. 
The whole thing reminds me of a Christmas party. 
In an earlier part of the dream, I certainly conversed with her a little. Different looking room. Can't remember well.

+ Okay, this was before the part of eating grapes. There were also cookies on the table, two different kinds. I take both, each in one hand. Then I see Jeve across of me, and I show them to her, because she knows these cookies and what I think of them. The one I like, the other not so much. This is the same kind of moment as in the dream saying goodbye yesterday.

+ Same dream, still earlier, in the living room. I've got all kinds of stuff with me, maybe books. Anyway, I'm carrying a bag of the shop where I work, a big one, which can take a lot of weight. I'm proud to have this bag with me and show it, but then I see many others have it too, for example my brothers, D for certain. They carry these carrier bags. All the same mark. Now I don't feel so special anymore.