I dreamed about a little boy on a farm. It had apple trees, berries, and
dozens of chickens of every color. The little boy carried his slingshot
as he walked to school every day and chased rabbits with his dog in the
woods. He had a pet goose that followed him wherever he went. His
grandpa told him funny stories and called him Eddie. Everyone gathered
on Sundays for chicken dinners and listened to the radio talk about the
Great War. It was a beautiful dream, and then I woke up and realized it
wasn't a dream. I was that little boy. I am Eddie