The Oldest dream I can remember was a recurring nightmare in which there were 3 witches that wanted to do something with me (can’t remember) and I was protected by a talking lion (don’t ask) and I think in the end I got used to the dream so I stopped being scared and it just went away 
There wasn’t a wardrobe involved, was there? Sounds very Narnia to me! 
The first dream I remember is a nightmare I had about a shark. My dad told me that because it was just a dream that I needn’t be afraid of the shark, and in fact i could be friends with the shark if I wanted. So the next time I dreamt about the shark I made friends with him, and he never bothered me again.
Funny how stuff like this is so easy and straight forward when you’re young, it takes a lot more effort for me to confront my fears these days.
the first dream i ever remembered was when i was like five years old, i was at my grandmothers farm whan ghosts came flying from everywhere and started eating the live stock …
thats cool you remembered not to be afraid the next time.
Yeah, pity it’s not so easy these days!
I also remember having a dream when I was quite young that I actually had two mothers - one being my real mother and the other a twin (but with a different hair style). This really scared me quite a bit, and I told my parents and grandparents about it. People really seem to care about your dreams when you’re a kid, especially if they upset you. But if you’re an adult and you have really bad dreams they’re kinda like “meh, get over it already”.
I used to have this dream over and over when I was very young, about 4 or 5, and then I had it once again a few years later and after that it stopped. It’s probably the dream I remember best, it used to disturb me really badly. At this time I was living alone with my mom. Anyway the dream:
My mom and I had heard of some guy who had been kidnapped. He was quite old and had a white beard and hair, I knew he was a kind person and we had to save him. The captor was a thin man with black hair, he looked kind of like a vampire. We travelled to the house where they both were, it looked like one of those crappy haunted houses you get in theme parks. It was night and raining, and we were standing outside the house. We saw the man with the white beard out safely, I don’t remember going inside the house at all. Then… We found the ‘evil’ man had cursed a group of chickens, he’d turned them into brown chicken legs (the kind you’d eat) with one eye. We covered the chicken legs with a cardboard box that had a piece of string tied around it and dragged the box home in the pouring rain. When we got inside the house it was day and the box had disappeared. There were three girls on our stairs, one of them had a pot of that farting putty stuff. My mom walked up to them and they pushed her back down and she landed on her coat at the bottom. I asked her if she was ok, and she said yes. I knew she really was ok but I remember feeling very worried that she was going to die. I then woke up.
It’s stupid and very childlike I know, but this dream used to scare the living daylights out of me. I think I watched too much TV at that age or something…
I can see how that would be scary TLC! Are your username and this dream a crazy coincidence?
I just now remembered a recurring dream I used to have when I was young - I would always dream that I’m walking into the laundry, and behind the door is a perfect model of the Earth. It was about the size of a basketball, and the freaky thing is it’s not just a model - it’s actually a little squishy like jelly, and I always got the feeling that it was the actual Earth itself. The feeling that I could damage the Earth just by holding it in my hands was always very scary, as though there were some sort of black magic involved. It was almost sickening, but in a way that I find it difficult to describe - somewhere in the back of my mind there’s an analogy to maggots on a dead animal… 
Lol, I just noticed that after I posted the reply. My username means something entirely different.
Heh, I might change my name to “SoftYetSquishyJellyLikeEarthBall”
That’s a little freaky, I used to dream quite a lot about my grandmother’s farm also, and there were always a lot of ufo’s (of many sizes) crashing onto her front lawn.
I suppose it comes with age, No matter what dream you have they expect you be hard as nails and forget about it. No matter how traumatic it was.
For sure it’s an unfair expectation when it does exist. One of my uni assignments I researched the link between nightmare frequency and mental health, there’s a definate correlation between the frequency and intensity in nightmares and mental well being and a lot of supporting research to boot.
I’m not sure absolutely which one of these were my first but…
#1 I was falling down between the stairs in the blockhouse I lived in before. The feeling of falling was vivid and I woke up just as I hit the floor at the bottom.
#2 I was in a dark forest at night and cute little furry creatures was staring out from under a fallen tree. That’s all that happened.
I know it’s been a while, but I just checked this thread again recently…Maybe, but I didn,t know of it in this time, so I doubt it…
The first dream that was even close to lucid that I remember:
I was walking on a sidewalk looked down and saw gum on sidewalk. For some reason this prompted me to do a finger count RC, I had the right amount but still became semi-lucid somehow. I looked at the girl who was now walking next to me, and tried to put my hands through her head (like Glory does in BtVS) but her head moved back in an almost rubber-like way. I thought about trying to make out with her (I did not say it out loud). She said that we would later.
Its interesting that most people remembered their reoccuring nightmares. Mine is no different. I can’t remember which one I had first.
I would be in a race from the garage to the front door. If I won then I would go inside and hide from a gigantic bigfoot. I would run from room to room avoiding the windows where the hairy beast would look inside. If I lost the race the sky would go dark and towards the North a cloud would turn into a head and I would talk with the cloud entity. Finally, the reoccuring nightmare ended when I befriended the storm entity.
I also had a reoccuring nightmare where I would run from something. It would always be dark and the things would try to smash me. I always thought they were numbers. I always awoke in a sweat. I never conquered this dream, but I haven’t had it since I was little.
The first one is eighter the one I got lucid and locked the dragon in the closet 
Or the one with the anrgy donkey.
The first dream I can ever remember? It would have to be when I was between a year old and two years old.
There were no words or people–it was just a wavy star-strewn black and midnight blue sky with all these flashing fireworks and colors, and this fast-paced techno-pop music. the flashing lava and fireworks and sporadic colors were cool because the were in complete symbiance with the sound.
My first dream I remember was when I was 4-5.
I was in a shelter with seats like an auditorium and it was on stilts… My brother and sisters were running around and I went over to my dad and said, “one of them is going to fall off if we dont tell them to stop” so my dad told me to go tell them to stop.
When I told them to stop my sister fell off and then it sudden changed scenes to under the shelter and there was a cain ball and it rolled away into the darkness.
The funny thing was I was convinced it was real, I realised it wasnt when I was about 7 and I asked my sister how she was after falling from the shelter and she called me crazy 
I supose my oldest dream memory is about a giant shark who persued me. It slided on the floor after me and could go up stairs and all that. I can’t remember the rest…
It’s just weird to notice that I don’t remember anymore all the dreams I remembered sometime ago…
The oldest dream that I can still remember extremely clearly happened when I was perhaps 2 or 3. In fact, this dream is pretty much the only memory, period, from the first few years of my life.
Let’s see…I was in my crib at night, and this stapler comes at me, “chomping” as it slid across the floor. It then started to slide up the vertical wooden post of my crib because it wanted to eat me.
Yeah. I think I probably woke up after that.