I found that i was looking at a guy (supposedly me), he was standing in a forest that had a lot of light, he was in the north part of Vietnam or siam, he was standing and not moving like he is meditating or something, I asked him what was his name and the response was PIE YOUNG, that is how it sounded, it was 1663, he was 39, he wore a spotless white shirt and black trousers. Chinese soldiers killed his son in front of his eyes and he had to bury him a few weeks back, and at that moment in the the forest he was decideding to dedicate his life to death and fighting. for him it was like giving his life away and he said that he will make a mistake so his enemy will take his life, he was considering it to be the closest to suicide as he will accept, he loved life too much.
he was a big guy, very strong looking.
we went a few years forward and I or he was sitting in a bar next to a river waiting for a boat, I could smell the wood that everything was made out of, he was pissed that he is alive still, he was on his way to kill someone, lots of people around him.
than more forward and he was in central China or Mongolia, out side his tent (looked like a Mongolian tipi) he was contemplating life, he was over 55 years old and he knew it was considered very very old, he was very strong and fearless, and saw a life of blood and killing.
that was where he later died, alone in bed out of old age.