I did have one dream about going to my paternal grandmother's for Thanksgiving. While the actual trips to an Appalachian Kentucky mountain holler were bad enough, with car wheels stuck in mud on unpaved dirt roads, no indoor plumbing, poisonous snakes like copperheads and water moccasins sometimes hiding in the closets, in the dream my parents, my brothers, and I were wading through river water up to our waists. Strangely, when we got to my grandmother's, we were in the house where I grew up at 3003 Goldman Avenue in Middletown, OH.