The earliest dream I remember was of standing on the front porch, at night. I think I was three or four at the time. There was this bronze windchime hanging from the aluminium awning over the porch, and every time it would ring, a brown, ugly looking tornado would come down out of the sky, some distance away. I remember running down the steps and out into the front yard, scared. There were bricks there but I don’t remember whether they were falling out of the sky or just lying on the ground. I think my parents were there as well. The scene would repeat a few times, and then I’d wake up. I’m pretty sure I had this dream more than once, too.
more first dreams can be found in Part II Link 