My first lucid dream was a recurring one. I was a child, maybe 5 years old. I dreamt that I was in a room, but not really a room. It was more of a space. A black, empty space. I looked, and there was a wall of flame in the darkness, a fiery and ferocious dog's head made of fire protruding from the wall, snarling and reaching for me. I was scared in the dream, terrified out of my wits as a small child, never before had I seen or heard of such imagery to vaguely recall in a dream yet. And There was a man, wearing only black who was tall and kind at first, but then turning sinister as we conversed on a level that I, on a 5 year old's level, did not possess at the time. He became menacing, threatening to me, I can't recall the conversation exactly. He ordered the dog to devour me, to attack me. The fiery dog turned on me once more, and I was crying desperately, begging for mercy. The dog did then something unexpected, it attacked and devoured the man instead, and I was confused. I then proceded to attempt to pet the fiery beast, discovering that no harm came to me when I did. It was happy, and even playful. All my dread disappeared, and I claimed the dog as my own. In the next recurrences over the next few nights, the apprehension was no longer there. I felt comfortable, even peaceful, playing with the once menacing fiery dog. What could this dream have meant? To this day it is my most lucid dream.