The Civil War, and Meeting Eugenia Cooney

Date: 12/31/2016

So, I went to sleep strangely last night. I fell asleep at midnight texting my friend.... Anyway, back to the dream: I remember not what I was doing, but I was in a forest and I was in an encampment. Anyway, I was readying with a relative (who took me out to buy a phone irl) and anyway we had flintlock guns. It kinda had that air to it. Not too sure if we fought in a battle previously, but I'm sure we were "Union" or whatever, it's just they were Americans, but we were still fighting each other. Actually, no, we were French soldiers in Napoleonic era, but later we thought of it like this. I guess it initially felt like a French vs English battle. a In either case, I had my bayonet ready, and we repelled the first wave of English soldiers with bloody casualties. The next wave, however, we lost an officer, to which I gave orders to bayonet charge. This narrator somewhat appeared, explaining how this French general lead a charge, and the entire English regiment were demolished. However, he himself was indirect and hurt a few people. For some reason, it looked like the enemy were mow in American uniforms in World War 2. They had Greenish yellow outfits, and one soldier was standing upright. So, in quick succession (Napoleonic=>WWII=>Civil War) So now, here I am, taking part in a line battle in the civil war, and during the next engagement with the enemy, it gets dark, and people are dispersed. So, my house & backyard were in the distance, and I fought my way through the darkness, presumably because my father told me to get ammo. So, anyway, I go up my deck steps, and into the back door...to which without a break I change into another scene. I guess I was in a room, where a friend of mine, Emilia and I were actually chatting about things ever since the darkness before my house. In a way, we were battle buddies. If one can imagine a typical luxurious colonial bed, (Downton abbey reference) there was a footlocker at the foot of the bed. Anyway, it was good casual conversation, at which this beautiful princess of a person, Eugenia Cooney, walks into the door way. She of course has her luscious, healthy, conditioned emo hair. However, it's dark and natural. She is a beautiful person, and like a true Princess she sits gently on the bed. So, anyway, I do not think I tell her I am a fan, I just freak about because she is so cutely adorable and in front of me. So, anyway, she is greatly flattered. And we get talking. I might want to say, for the first moment in my life, I was so happy. Like, she was such a good person, I start crying in front of her. It was strange, crying in a dream...and now I'm even tearing up now.... I want to add irl no one ever comes to my house, and no one ever visits me. And here is probably the most famous person I like being a sweetheart to me. Anyway, she sees me crying, but I can't describe it. It's like when kids get someone adorable, and they burst into tears, So anyway, we make friends, and we swap information. Oh no! It's 6:40AM, this means that I need to leave my house immediately or else I will miss the bus.(in real life, seeing an alarm clock of 6:40AM is frightening, that means I'm at least one day late to my bus, she never waits for anyone, even in winter!) Not important, anyway I get into strangely the back of the school where I exit. Eugenia is (finally) still with me. My friend in such a lonely world. Anyway, the period bell rings, and I have to get to gym. It's far away and stuff, don't ask why I need to go to a freshman building. To explain briefly, my High school is a freshman building, and a Senior, Junior, Sophomore class building. We have a shuttle, that takes us back and forth. Anyway,the bus was not here, and it was raining really hard. (I like the rain, but I'm not going to walk a long distance to get to the freshman building during school hours. I don't want to get into trouble, so I stay under a tent.) So, my teacher for Gym has the other students who lined up outside. There is this one really short girl in my class who is a loner who was warm enough to tag along with. While I was walking out the main door, I told her about how I met Eugenia Cooney. So, she said basically "Pics or didn't happen." So I show her the text messages. Unfortunately, she only texted me once. Strangely enough, as a fan. I somehow texted her on this services, and messaged her at several different times in a year, though one time in a particular I messaged her serveral times in a date with a seven in it. (This is because I messaged a friend of mine, and they have no replied back to me since...ever although they were so nice to me.) Anyway, it was 8-10 messages. So, anyway, Eugenia took this as a challenge, and then spammed my phone. I love it, though, she was so adorable. Anyway, although the bus came, we were called back inside. I see the vice principal, and principal, and they said "Everyone!" and said "Please go out this administration door out." in a kind mood. it was new doors, a door leading to a mini courtyard, leading to outside. Anyway, they let us use that fancy stiarway. Anyway, I was called back out, and they set up a political stand with chairs, and unintelligible words with posters. They mentioned the election like it was happening right now, but it was over. Anyway, I woke up.. I missed Eugenia. Unfortunately, she was never real to begin with. I really do love her, she is cool, and I feel she can be a great person to talk to, but, as fame demands, we'll never be in the same world without me opening a new youtube channel. Anyway, one last thing was probably a double meaning concerning the encounter, I have a friend who is tumblr famous, and still is so down to earth and treat me like I am the famous one. You never really know who looks at you as their famous role model....you never know...