This isn’t exactly your typical Thanksgiving story. I woke the other night from a recurring anxiety dream I’ve had since I was a little kid. It concerned the mother of a childhood friend. I immediately woke up sobbing in a cold sweat and hammered this out at the keyboard. I did not pull any punches – pardon the offensive language and don’t read this unless you are in a rather dark mood. I debated posting it at all and only decided to in hopes it will end the dreams. Names have been changed to protect the innocent from the evil.