DREAM

Buana and Yongseng looked at each other, they could only sigh deeply.

"I'm interested in investigating this case, it's an extraordinary case."

"What attracted you?"

Buana let out a deep sigh, "this past year, I've been dreaming a lot. Same dream, same place, same people. Surprisingly, in that dream, I was in the past."

Yongseng frowned, " are you serious?"

"Yes."

"It seems that we are destined to deal with this case, as long as you know I often dream the same as well lately. Now, tell me the contents of your dream, " said Yongseng.

Buana took a deep breath, and for a moment he closed his eyes.

"It was like being someone else in my dream, being a different person. I wear clothes like royalty in the kingdom. I remember a woman calling me Ji Gyon."

Yongseng leaned forward. "Prince Ji Gyon? The same name as in my dream. The difference is, in a dream, I saw Prince Ji Gyon fight with someone named Gao Fang."

Buana burst out, " yes! Gao Fang!"

"You mean?"

"I remember the voice saying that he was the devil's drip. He is a Dajjal who comes from the Bermuda Triangle."

Yongseng widened his eyes in disbelief. It's not just a coincidence. There must be something behind this.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" asked Yongseng.

Buana sighed deeply, for Buana's reincarnation was just a mythical story. "Believe not believe. I don't know, I don't believe in stories like reincarnation and stories like that. Things that smell mystical, but for some reason, I'm interested in this case."

Yongseng almost kicked off the table so happy.

"We have a lot in common, at first I never believed in reincarnation, mystical stories, and other things. But, when I was dealing with this case, I was very interested."

Yongseng opened his tablet and showed an article to Buana.

"Read it," said Yongseng.

Buana grabbed yongseng's tab and then read the article shown by Yongseng.

"A girl in Myanmar named Ma Win Tar. Ma win Tar was born in 1962, and around the age of three, he began to remember his life as a Japanese soldier. The specific life in his story is not identified, but as Stevenson points out, the situation makes sense. In 1945, residents in Myanmar villages would capture one of the retreating Japanese soldiers and sometimes burn them alive while tied to a tree.

"Ma Win Tar also shows traits that don't fit like girls her age. She likes her hair cut short and dressed like a boy. He hated spicy food, which became the specialty of Myanmar cuisine, and preferred sweets and pork. He also exhibited 'cruel' behavior and used to slap his playmates in the face. Most strangely, Ma win Tar was born with severe birth defects in both hands. And the marks on his hands were terrible, similar to a burnt scar with a rope-referring to the condition of the soldier being burned alive when tied to a tree."

Buana looked at Yongseng, " do you believe in this story?"

"The thing is, Buana, I got to buy a book about the girl that was told in the article. Not only the girl but there are also several stories of reincarnation experienced by several people in different countries. I had time to search for information through the internet, there is a hypnotist in the Kuningan area who can hypnotize his patients and supposedly the patient was as if back to a time in the life he experienced before," said Yongseng.

Buana frowned, he had indeed heard there is a method of healing by hypnotizing patients. But, he did not believe in such a thing. Once again, his instincts as a policeman reject things that cannot be explained by logic.

"What if we go there tomorrow? After I went to your boss, " said Yongseng. Buana seemed to think for a moment, " Okay, I agree we go there. But, do you want to be hypnotized?"

"I just want to know if reincarnation exists. If so, I just want to know how we lived in the past."

Buana chuckled, " do you think that the dream that often comes Is Us in the past, so?" said Buana.

"It could be, Buana. It could be if I turned out to be Prince Ji Gyon or maybe his umpteenth descendant."

This time Buana's laughter broke out. He felt that his cousin was transported into a dream world. But, in his own heart, Buana felt curious. A dream is a flower bed, but if you think back it is not impossible if what is experienced in a dream is a true story in our lives in the past.