Thread: What is the First Dream You Can Remember?

What is the first dream that you can remember? I was about 2 1/2. I know this because I have checked with my mom about how old I was when we lived in this house. I woke up and there was a black woman's head(she looked like Aunt Jemima) on the chest beside my bed. She was staring straight ahead and her mouth kept opening and closing and she kept sticking out her tongue. I covered my head with my sheet because I was too afraid to move. I peeked out a couple of times and she was still there still sticking out her tongue-over and over just staring straight ahead. Finally I gathered up my courage and sprinted out of the bedroom and got into the bed with my parents.
I guess this was a dream. It could have been a ghost!

I think the first dream I remember was when I was 4-5 years old. I had just watched the wizard of oz and I had this dream that I was in a house. Not so much my house though. It wasn't spinning like it was in a tornado or anything but my mom was in it too. I went to the balcony and all around me was infinite sky, even when I looked down. I suddenly had this weird impulse that I should jump off, I have no idea why >.> So I jumped off and in an instant I was speeding down towards infinity and I could feel the wind rushing past me, I got really scared and looked up at the house getting farther and farther, and at about this point I woke up and my eyes flew open.

To this day I suspect the dream was a hybrid of too much Super Mario 64 and the Wizard of Oz

It was dark and there was lots and lots of amniotic fluid... And that's all I can remember.

Just kidding. But now that I think about it... The only dream I can recall right now is from when I was four. It was a nightmare where my dad had become eighty years old overnight and was trapped in his bed.

I remember when I was very young I woke up (?) and found an old lady staring at me. She was sitting in a rocker that was floating a couple of feet above the floor.

She was only about 2 feet tall and I spent the rest of the night with the covers over my head.

I could have been dreaming (or like damnpamn.. it could have been a ghost)!
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I'm in the London Natural History museum and I'm in a pram, getting pushed under a pterodactyl (sp?).

From my earliest memories, I remember being in a place, fully lucid, on many nights. There is a floor and ceiling but no walls - it goes on to infinity in all directions. The place is well let. It is empty, other than me and the sense that in spite of the emptiness I feel very claustrophobic. It wasn't terrifying, but it was not comfortable. It was also very boring.

I also remember dreaming about things and events and not being and being certain they were real later on. I would actually go looking for things I had dreamed we had in the house because I KNEW they were there someplace.

The earliest one I can remember was probably when I was about 4.

I entered a dark room only to be confronted by a massive lobster, which proceded to eat me. This recurring nightmare made me afraid of lobsters for quite some time.

I had those falling dreams when I was 3-5. And when I was 4 I had a SP nightmare whith colorful skeleton on the wall.

I used to be synaesthetic when I was really little, so it's hard to remember what I was dreaming and what was just the synaesthesia. The earliest dream I remember for sure being a dream was when I was about 3 or 4 years old... I was looking down the hall from my bed, only the opposite wall was a stained glass window. This little purple furry goblin with big teeth leaned out from the laundry room and grinned at me, then started munching on a bar of soap. Yellow soap; I can remember how it smelled. I told it to go away and rolled over. For some reason, that dream had me waking up screaming for weeks afterwards.