I'm new here and just wanted to share what I've discovered, it's long, so I'm sorry about that. I've never put much stock into reincarnation, as I've never really had any concise evidence, no matter how much I've wanted to believe. However last night I had a dream that I was in a university, but it was a place of people who knew they had past lives, remembered them, and knew each other. I was just visiting a friend, but it wasn't someone I knew in real life. As I was waiting for them, I had someone come up to me, ask me my name, and tell me flatly that I had been a Vietnam soldier. Now this isn't the first time I have felt like maybe that was possible, as when I have watched Vietnam documentaries, I get extremely strong feelings of grief, sorrow, and a familiarity. Songs of the time likewise bring about strong feelings. So upon searching I came across this forum, and on one of the threads I saw, someone had posted a video of a past life regression hypnosis session. So I said why not, and gave it a try. The memories at first were a bit jumbled, Vietnam and being in a trench in WW1, but I wished to focus on Vietnam. What started to come through clearly, was that I was a helicopter pilot. At first, it was somewhat happy, or as happy as one can be when trying to make the best out of the situation they were in. I was laughing with my copilot as we flew, they were my best friend. I'm not sure what kind of helicopter I was flying, my copilot sat to my right, but the helicopter was armed. It was also capable of evac in an emergency, which is where my next memory led me. I'm already tearing up writing this, and I had never expected to experience such strong emotions. We had landed in a clearing to get a group of soldiers out as quickly as possible. The helicopter was taking shots, and they were getting in as fast as they could. As we sat there, a bullet managed to pierce the cockpit glass and killed my copilot, my best friend. That is when I started to panic, and lifted off as soon as I could with everyone inside and flew off over the jungles, hearing the plinking of bullets still hitting the heli. I was feeling in shock and detached as I could see my best friend out of the corner of my eye dead and slumped to the side. The next memory, as it was guided, was to the end of my life. I survived the war, and saw myself as an elderly man laying in a hospital room, alone. This is when I broke down. I died completely alone. I could feel it was the 80s, and I was born in 88. Other than that being the decade I died in, I'm not sure why else the 80s make me feel *incredibly* uncomfortable. The 60's feel like at the time, a normal, fine time. Me and my copilot were not drafted, we had been in before this war started. In this life I have an affinity for military stuff, I wanted to be a pilot, I love helicopters, and I tried to go into the airforce at 18. However due to my severe anxiety and other mental illness, I have 0 tolerance for stress at all, and was discharged from basic. I am now on disability. So yea, a much more intense experience than I thought it would be. Even sitting here I'm getting more fragments, like after landing just being in a haze like nothing was real and wandering around the base. Thanks for reading, typing this all out was comforting.