One day in the Common Era.
Dr. Bolag encountered a very strange patient who firmly believed he could enter other people's dreams.
Of course, Bolag did not find the patient strange because he held such an unusual belief.
After all, as a renowned psychiatrist and an authoritative professor in the field of mental health, Bolag had seen patients with all sorts of bizarre ideas.
Rather, the moment he saw the patient, he was certain that he knew the young man before him. "Have we, have we met somewhere?"
As he spoke, Bolag opened the medical file. There was no photograph inside, only a résumé and notes written by the previous doctors.
The patient's name was Fregera. He was twenty-six years old and had already undergone treatment for some time, but the previous treatment plans had clearly been ineffective.
Fregera, with thick eyebrows and a sunny smile, said with a smile, "Perhaps, but I don't remember you very well."
He did not look like a psychiatric patient at all.
Bolag gently shook his head, feeling that his earlier question had been somewhat abrupt. He also felt that this patient was rather strange, though of course, every one of his patients was somewhat strange.
He cleared his throat. "Let's have a casual chat."
In Bolag's view, one of the most important parts of treating mental illness was finding its cause. Only by finding the cause could effective treatment be carried out.
His way of finding the cause was to talk with his patients. As they chatted, he could often determine what had caused their mental abnormalities.
Because of this particular consultation method, he had not read the notes written by the previous doctors at all.
"When did you start believing that you could enter other people's dreams?" Bolag asked.
Fregera answered without