I have had a recurring dream for as long as I can remember. In the dream, I was the strange-looking little Dongba demon. When the demon tribesmen were attacking me, a handsome man named Ruofei was injured because he saved me. When the tribesmen caught me and burned me in the fire, I smiled and sang to a girl named Tianyin. When I turned into ashes in the fire, Tianyin also cried until she fainted.
The same dream repeated a thousand times, and I became more and more convinced that I was the little demon in the dream. I often made incomprehensible words, which made my mother worry that I was possessed by evil spirits. My mother took me to the doctor again and again for examination. Once, when a doctor took out his homemade picture and asked me to confirm which color was the main body of the painting, I rushed over like crazy and grabbed the painting and told him that it was not a painting, but words. I also learned from the doctor that the so-called "characters" on the painting board are Lijiang's Dongba script.
Ye Li, who grew up with me, had the same dream as me on her 18th birthday. From then on, I had one more person who believed in past lives with me. In my sophomore year, Ye Li and I found a Dongba demon that looked like the one in my dream from a small commodity market. Following the Dongba demon's guidance, we searched for it all the way to Lijiang.