Thomas gasped and bolted upright. He found himself sitting on a soft platform in a dark room that he couldn't recognize at first; however, as the panic he felt began to die down, the room began to look familiar, and an instant later he recognized where he was. He was sitting on his bed, inside his bedroom; it was Thanksgiving night, and he had fallen soundly asleep earlier after eating a gigantic meal at the Thanksgiving dinner party his parents held for his uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents; he had just awoken from one of the worst nightmares ever to plague him. As his breathing started to get under control, he closed his eyes and lay back down, his mind dwelling on the dream and the message he could find from it. After a couple moments he realized the most important thing to take away from this experience. It had to have been Uncle Roger's famous Horseradish-Jalapeno cheese ball that caused him to have such a wild dream. He'll have to give that a pass next year.