The earliest dream i remember was also a nightmare. I had it when i was 3. Even now ( years later) the thought of this dream makes me shiver
Note: the whole dream was in black and white, apart from the bus.
The dream starts with my mother, father, brother and I walking around the outside of a graveyard.
My mum is carrying me on my shoulders and my dad is carrying my brother on his shoulders. Everything is going fine until we go around the corner of the graveyard, where we are closer to the road. As we walk i notice a big red bus driving veery slowly by us. Since it was the only thing in the dream with colour it was very noticable. At first i don’t see anything strange about this until i notice there’s no one IN the bus and that the bus is trying to kidnap me. I frantically tell my mum the bus’s plan to kidnap me but she doesn’t hear me. I try to scream, but can’t.
The dream ends with the bus stopping next to us, and a hissing sound as the doors of the bus open… ! !
spooky dream for a three year old!