The first dream I remember was from the age of 7, this dream also reoccurred until my early teens.
The dream starts at my old school where me and a few friends were being chased. We ran behind some outdoor tennis courts and swimming pool which were real places at my school. We then went over a fence outside the school boundries and found ourselves in a bustling medieval market. We were still in our school uniform and aware of still being chased. As we ran through the market we knew we were about to be caught, so jumped over a low fence into a pen. This pen was full of mud and pigs, but we kept our heads down and the people chasing us passed by. This is where the dream always ended. I must of had this dream dozens of times between the age of 7 and 13 when I then left the school I no longer had the dream. Its an odd one, as I loved being at the school and wasnt scared of anyone at the school, also in the dream I dont remember being scared, it was more like a great adventure. Also when I kept on having the dream I knew the outcome once it started and never tried to deviate from the inevitable outcome of ending up in the pig sty. I used to look forward to having this dream.