Making me itch

I dreamt I was sitting at the round table in the kitchen of my childhood home with some unknown faces, yet they felt familiar and I believe my sisters Syreeta and Lakeisha were there. We were playing a card game using names and one of the women playing said “Josiah” and I jumped up and said no. She was holding her phone in her hand and she replied “I was just looking up to see if that name Josiah was popular in the 90’s.” I felt we shouldn’t use names of the participants in the game but I didn’t say that aloud because I didn’t want to offend Josiah who was sitting across from me and he avoided eye contact with everyone. Then my sister Syreeta said you’re being a….then she pointed to a digital clock and I saw the word brat in red letters and I said aloud “ I’m not being a brat.” Because again I felt we shouldn’t use his name. As I continued to stand as everyone remained seated. I began to itch all over my arms, I’m scratching while saying “someone is making me itch.” Then it appears as if some of the others began to scratch as well. That’s all I remember.