Tatto - Try to be a good person

Night horse

"Hey friend, I came to tell you about a horse I caught last night."

"Hey, night-horse."

“Oh my God, I just made a Burmese translation of an English word. Night means night, and Myinma means horse. The two words together make night-mea-ya. It’s a dream that occurs when you have indigestion and you dream about something that isn’t true. They call it a ghostly dream, right?”

"Oh, I'm not a night horse. If a guy like you comes, the Burmese language will be ruined. The older you get, the more insane you become. It's not like you're a child again. Just because you're insane doesn't mean it's not true. Now, leave it. When the time comes, I'll take responsibility for sending you to a psychiatric hospital. You just try to be crazy."

"I'm not crazy. I remember my dreams clearly. There are no gaps in my memory."

"Now... now... tell me about your night mare. I'm looking for something to write about. I get good ideas from crazy people too."

“So I’ll tell you. Listen. Listen calmly. Don’t listen too often. If you listen too often, people will call you crazy and send you to a mental hospital.”

“Tell me, your night horse.” “That’s right, in my dream I went to a small forest. I was going to a wedding in a village over there. I was wearing a white shirt on top. I was wearing a Mandalay long-sleeved shirt underneath.” “Why didn’t you go by car?”

"In my dreams, I can't do whatever I want. When I got to the edge of the forest, there was a big, big man sitting under a big tree. When I saw him, he stood up. He was quite tall. There was a table next to him. On the table was a pile of banknotes."

"He must have welcomed you."

"Hey, what's wrong? He's looking at me intently. His face is so big and handsome. My heart is pounding just looking at him. He's a giant."

"The giant...does he have big fangs sticking out of his cheek?"

"No, like a human. A human and a giant. I'm trembling when I see him. I feel cold. I wonder if he's going to chew me up raw."

"Ah... I think you're a monster from the Paurisada lineage. People don't change their lives and become monsters, right?"

"No.. no. He said, 'I was a high-ranking official in real life. I was accused of corruption and imprisoned because I couldn't cover up my bribery. In prison, I couldn't eat my usual food or drink my usual alcohol, so I died of malnutrition. At first, I thought that I was a real monster. Now that I know that I'm a big, ugly monster, I'm even more shocked."

"The papers next to him are probably from his previous life, so he didn't do office work."

“No. The papers are neatly cut. They eat those papers while talking to me.” “Eating paper. What kind of behavior?”

"I'll take a risk and ask you why you're eating paper. Among animals, goats eat anything. If they eat leaves, they eat anything. If they find paper, they won't give you a fortune."

“Oh, you’re right. I used to eat anything in my life. In this life, I’ve gotten to know the taste of paper better, so I only eat paper,” he said. Then he looked at me intently and said, “Take off your shirt, I’ll wash it until it’s white, and then you’ll have to give me a piece of paper to wash it with.” “Oh, I’m not familiar with paper.”

I said, "Oh, don't do that. This shirt is completely white. You're not wearing dark glasses and you think white is black. Don't do that. This white shirt is something I bought with my own savings."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'No, no. Your shirt is white, but I consider it black. So I will have to wash it until it is white, as per my duty. Then I will pay for the washing with a layer of paper."

"This monster is also a monster who likes paper. It's rare."

"The problem is that in human life, it's rare to see people with a mental illness that is obsessed with paper. I don't know what the psychological term for this is called. Do you know?"

“I don’t know, I don’t know if it’s called Peppermania. I’ll have to ask Dr. Ohn Maung. Now… keep talking.”

"The giant ordered me to hand over my white shirt. I can't accept it as white. I'll wash it and then accept it as white. I can't do it anymore. I have to hand over the shirt."

"So, the giant washed the white to make it white?"

"No, I dipped my spotless white shirt in the mud pool that was ready next to him. I also spared my shirt that I had bought with all my honesty." He took the shirt out of the mud and placed it next to him.