I think earliest dreams I’ve ever had were way, way back when I was five- It was a a very odd dream: A tiny, cartoon man with a combover and a gargatuan nose was standing before a red curtain, shouting to someone offstage: “NOT A BETTER ONE, A BETTER ONE!” Then a guitar was strummed once offstage. The man just repeated, “NOT A BETTER ONE, A BETTER ONE!” The unseen guitar strummed again, but the man still wasn’t satisfied. “NOT A BETTER ONE, A BETTER ONE!” The guitar strummed one last time. “Don’t just stand there!” He yelled. Suddenly the curtain behind him began to crack like glass, and then shattered to reveal a swirling yellow abyss. “Bail out!” He shouted as he was picked up and sucked in. “Bail OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTT…”
The first nightmare I had was when I was around the same age: I was in a dark room all alone with a single door. I was lying on the floor when the door burst open to reveal a huge, rusty, whirling electic fan, strapped to a wooden chair with barbed wire and chains. A gasp was heard, and then total silence, except for the horrible ‘THUMP THUMP THUMP’ noise of the chair hopping over towards me, like a heartbeat.
Back then I had a fear of electric fans for some reason. Obivously that nightmare didn’t help me at all.