The first dream that I remember was from my time in primary school. I am quite sure that I was in fourth grade or the end of third grade. I remember clearly waking up from it and consciously contemplating on dreams then for the first time in my life.
some time around 1999
Adventure Into The Dark
The dream mostly followed the plot of a story from a Disney comic book (a Donald Duck one). But there were no Disney characters in the dream. Instead it was me and my friends who went on a dangerous adventure together. The details about the first part are gone and in retrospect it may have been FM.
I still clearly the remember the end though. Most of our party had gone on with a part of our mission somewhere else. I was alone with M, one of my best childhood friends. It was night. We were standing in a wide uniform field of tall grass, maybe wheat or some similar crop. The stalks and ears were all gray, as was the general ambience.
On the horizon a black mountain front loomed over the area. The surface almost looked like abstract faces. We were discussing our situation which was very serious. When we concluded, M dashed through the field towards the sepulchral rocks because that’s where he had to go next. I was watching him leave, thinking about the state of affairs. I think I had to follow him.
This dream felt like we were a serious team battling the evil of the world or something. It may have born some resemblance to adventures we as a group of friends had experienced together in waking life, only more serious and awesome by magnitudes.
Another feeling I had after waking up plugged this dream deeply in my memory. I was sure that I had had this dream about 3 or 4 times already. It was probably a false memory but back then I didn’t know of such an effect of course. Instead, it just underlined the importance of the dream. Ever since it has been sort of the archetype dream for me. If I hadn’t had this dream and given it so much importance, I might not have delved into lucid dreaming after discovering it.
SomethingOk
( you have to look within yourself, to save yourself from your other self.)
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The earliest dream I can remember is that i was at home, i looked up the stairs and i saw a super big green eye staring at me, i woke up after that.
The only dream I can remember is that I was in a giant swamp, more into the swamp there was like a block of ice with polar bears and seals. I ended up swimming in the swamp and later on ice-skated onto the ice (what??) For some reason my entire dads side of the family and some other random people who I didn’t know. I ended up catching a baby penguin, stealing a GIANT axolotl and finding a small blue lobster. The dream was so vivid but I hadn’t become lucid when experiencing it (or I hadn’t realized it did)
The earliest dream I can remember is somewhat impossible to forget. It was between the ages of 1 and 2, and i remember it so vividly that I can still revist it in my mind even today. I am fairly certain that it was a lucid dream at the time.
I remember “waking up” or otherwise finding myself crawling across a very dark concrete floor. I was clearly in some sort of room, though I didn’t really have the conceptual understanding of what a “room” was, and there were no walls. However, about 3 or 4 feet above that concrete floor was another concrete floor.
The area was pitch darkness, with no source of light from anywhere other than what seemed to be coming from myself, but that light dimmed and faded at a distance of about 10 or 15 feet in all directions. The air was seemed slightly foggy, but there was traces of dust in the air, and the room seemed to extend into that darkness into infinity.
Though there were not walls, the concrete ceiling above me seemed to be resting on several pillars of wood with platforms at the top, keeping the concrete floor above from reaching the floor. There were also several wooden chairs strewn about covered in dust that must have been there for an extensive amount of time.
At the time I didn’t really recognize what I was seeing, but looking back at that dream much later, i realized that those wooden pillars keeping the concrete ceiling up were actually school desks. This realization hit like a sack of bricks when I was in class in elementary school one day and we were learning about emergency precedures if there was an earthquake. We watched a video and saw imagery, and there was one where the roof had collapsed and only the desks were holding the roof above everything.
That dream had a very dark and empty atmosphere, void of any sounds except what I could describe as a distant muffled ambience, though that could have very well just been sound I was picking up from waking life while being asleep.
I crawled around in that space for a little bit. I had no sense of claustrophobia, but I had a very conscious sense that I just didn’t care to be there anymore, as there was nothing for me to do or see, so I woke myself up.