Spooky New England Town in Central Illinois

I was with Mike M. in the town his parents resided.  Except in real life is parents lived in Chicago after Ireland, and this town was small and old and seemed like it was in New England.

Interesting that Mike M. would show up.  When I first moved to Springfield, he was my best friend.  When I moved to Edwardsville became divorced, our friendship drifted away.  I thought it had to do with his disapproval of my divorce.  Or it could be that he has moved on to a statewide job that involves a lot of time in Chicago.  And frankly, I don't drink beer anymore or hang out in bars, except one wine bar.

 Of course as things inevitably go for me, several days after this dream, I ran into him again at a bar that actually has a brewery in it.  So you can disregard what I just said.  It was in a small town in central Illinois which is just about as New England as it could get around here.   And when I met him, he didn't really want to speak with me.  The energy was wrong.  I am speaking not about the dream now, by the way.  "Real life".  lol.  I'll get back to the dream in a second.  I'm not sure why he is dismissive or uncomfortable around me.  He works in a big Chicago lawfirm doing banking law now.  A lot different than the divorce work he used to do at the small lawfirm.  I'm not sure that has anything to do with it.

What is also interesting is that I went to the annual Bar association dinner as well.  I know most attorneys there.  Even the ones that didn't show up because they died since the last time I went.  Its just not my tribe.  I suppose it used to be my tribe in a big way.   And it mattered.   Now it seems strange.  It probably has something to do with my reaction to Mike M. in real life.  I suppose he is not part of my tribe anymore.

Anyway, back to the dream.   In the town we were going through various houses looking for something connected to what I thought was his family.  I think it also had something to do with mushrooms. We looked for clues trying to find out where his parents lived.  In one of them, I think I found stuff that belonged to me a long time ago.  Old clothes?  And we might have been in a library where we saw books that his parents might have read.  One of them dealt with male castration.  Then a group of people came to the house and we realized that  we were in the wrong house and it was theirs.  I made up some sort of lie about why we were there which they sort of believed but for some reason we didn't leave right away even though we should have.  One of the men grew angry, no necessarily at us, but we might have been connected to it in some way so we escaped out the back and went into a field.  I planned to avoid the house and return the long way back to the town square to meet my friends.  I took the long way around so that the angry man could not see me leaving.

Of course, there were mushrooms involved in the spooky New England town in Central Illinois in real life.  But I still haven't run into the angry man yet, or felt myself trespassing in someone else's house.  So I have that to look forward to.