On Reincarnation

When I was young, around 6 or 7 years old, I always had a nightmare. In my dreams, I was a boy, alone and scared, running in a corridor of a creepy dark building. It seemed to me that building was a hospital. At least, it looked one. And this was confirmed in my next dream where I saw grim-faced doctors saving (or hurting?) someone. 

These dreams were recurrent and it had different scenes at different times. At one time, I was trying to escape with another child through the windows and we were both standing at the window sill. At another time, I saw myself standing in front of the building - the hospital. And at another time, I jumped off the building, only to be caught by several men in green uniforms and they are laughing.

At one time, I was walking towards the basement of the building. It was dark, and I peeped at one of the rooms with door left ajar. It was dimly-lighted and I saw a what looked like doctors trying to torture someone who was tied on the bed. The doctors were laughing or saying something, I can't really remember. I was so afraid that I woke up.

So recurrent were these nightmares that even in my young age, I already developed coping mechanism to save myself from dying while asleep. I forced myself to wake up whenever I realized I am in a bad dream. I did this several times until those bad dreams go away.

When I was in my late 30s, me and my friends went to Phnom Penh Cambodia. I don't really believed in reincarnation until I saw the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. It felt like I have been there before. And when I went down the corridor and found it closed, I panicked. It felt like my childhood nightmares came to life.

I left my friends and rested at the canteen in front of the museum. I saw the full view of the building. And it was very similar to the building in my dreams.

Did I die in this building? I was born in 1976 and the building became a prison cell in the same year. 

I also dreamed that I can fly. Like a Garuda, I dreamed that I was flying up above the skies and the over mountain and trees. It seemed like I traveled through the night from Cambodia to the Philippines. Then ended up walking in an empty street, where my new family would live and where I would be dreaming these dreams.