Thread: What's the OLDEST dream you can remember????

The oldest dream I can remember is from when I was like 8 years old I think. It was a dream where Mewtwo and some other anime characters where chasing me and I was escaping jumping on these stone pillar things. It was a short dream but I remember it being so awesome at the time because it was kind of an Dragon Ball style. At the end I remember talking with someone (my uncle I guess) about how they were gone and everything went well. It's amazing how some dreams can stick with you for such a long time, even meaningless ones like this one...

The oldest dream I can remeber is when I was around the age of 5 or so and I used to sleep with my grandma. Nearly every night I'd have a dream of a giant rolling pin going down a ramp and everyone running. I was never a person running and the angle of which I saw the dream was from far off. I only recall that dream because I'd wake up sweating every time. It's my oldest nightmare.

My oldest dream that I can remember was when I was somewhere around 3-5. In my dream I was in a casino in space shaped like one of those roulette things, I ended up losing all of my money, and the casino for some reason blew up. I had this dream a few times, don't even know why I was dreaming about gambling at that age.

I don't remember how old i was but when i was pretty little i used to have very dark and futuristic dreams of tall black skyscrapers and i think hovering cars. It all looked pretty grim.

The oldest dream that I can remember was back when I was in Kindergarten. I was sleeping on a mat on the floor, during nap time, and I had false awakening. In the dream, I sat up on my mat and looked out over the room full of other sleeping children. At the far end of the room, there was a sliding glass door (exactly like the one that was there in waking life). Then, just outside the door, I saw a gigantic figure that looked like Darth Vader come walking into the picture, outside. The glass door was only tall enough to see up to this Vader-like being's torso, but the head/helmet was actually down where the stomach was, so I could still see the 'face.'

It was creepy as hell.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

The oldest dream that I can remember was back when I was in Kindergarten. I was sleeping on a mat on the floor, during nap time, and I had false awakening. In the dream, I sat up on my mat and looked out over the room full of other sleeping children. At the far end of the room, there was a sliding glass door (exactly like the one that was there in waking life). Then, just outside the door, I saw a gigantic figure that looked like Darth Vader come walking into the picture, outside. The glass door was only tall enough to see up to this Vader-like being's torso, but the head/helmet was actually down where the stomach was, so I could still see the 'face.'

It was creepy as hell.

Woaahhh...falso awakening at that age...bet when you really woke up you didn't know what the fxxx was happening

Flying through the hallway at my old house. It was like a lucid, I just didn't realise it was a dream. I was just controlling it, purposely flying around and around, instead of most dreams where it's more like something that just happens.

I used to try and do it while I was awake. I was confused as hell as to why it wouldn't work sometimes but other times it did work.

I only realised years later that it was a dream when I flew.

Not that I thought I could fly the whole time lol. (Although I did for quite a while, I was trying to figure out exactly how I did it before.) Just didn't think about it until later down the track and I suddenly had an epiphany.

Really shows you how different the child mind is. Can't tell the difference between dream and reality at all.

The oldest dream I can remember occurred around six years old. There was a stream, with lush vegetation on each side; with small rocks like stepping stones to get across to each side (the water was fairly shallow anyway). After looking up from the water, I saw a weird rock monster. It let out a huge roar...and so ended the dream, or at least my recollection of it.

*Moved thread to a more fitting place*

Oldest dream I remember was me getting eaten by my toy dinosaur. It was a really cool one, and after it had eaten me, it spat me out and I was covered in snot.

Originally Posted by Reza21

Woaahhh...falso awakening at that age...bet when you really woke up you didn't know what the fxxx was happening

All I remember is staring out the that glass door for a while, after I'd woken up, and just lying there - half-expecting to see that thing come back.

From when I was 2, walking down the corridor of a hospital.

The oldest dream I can remember was when I was 4 or 5 years old. It's also the oldest lucid I can remember.
I was on the USS Enterprise (TOS) running from someone or something.
I ended up getting cornered in the transporter room.
For some reason I decided that I could just open a transporter pad, cross some cables, and be beamed to safety.
It seemed to make sense in the dream, and it worked.

I then had a false awakening where I immediately ran to my mother to tell her about this dream.
I felt very proud that I was able to identify that I was dreaming within the dream, I somehow understood that that was hard to do.
Just when I reached my mother I woke up for real and ran to my mother again.
I told her about the dream and she told me that I was lying because you couldn't become aware of dreaming within a dream.

I was about three when I started having a recurring dream. My uncle would be behind a couch at my childhood home, he would duck behind the couch wait for a second and then jump out trying to scare me but I thought it was funny. After about 5 or 6 times of the peek a boo thing he would jump out from behind the couch as the devil and really scare the shit out of me. After months of this dream I started realizing that any moment he was going to become the devil. So guess in a way I was lucid... Huh

I have no idea how old I was, but honestly the very first dream I remember having was one, where I was particularly little, where my mother was changing a diaper of mine on their bed in my old house. As she was changing it, she was making noise, but I didn't know what it was. (Talking?)

As she was changing my diaper, I started seeing these 2D octopi and other little cartoon animals floating all over the place. It scared me really bad, but I don't remember what I woke up to when I awoke.

That's why I don't remember how old I was.

Do you think it's possible to recall a dream from when I was literally a baby, especially 15-16 years later? I've remembered it as my first dream for as long as I can think. It's stuck with me because I've told it to so many people, even when I was back in preschool I wrote about it in a journal. I wrote it because I thought it was real, and I did continue to think it was real until I was about six.

When I think about it, it's like that was really the first dream I ever had. I didn't realize it was a dream, and that strikes me as strange. It's like I didn't know what dreams were when I had the dream.

Originally Posted by lifeinsteps

It's stuck with me because I've told it to so many people, even when I was back in preschool I wrote about it in a journal. I wrote it because I thought it was real, and I did continue to think it was real until I was about six.

When I think about it, it's like that was really the first dream I ever had. I didn't realize it was a dream, and that strikes me as strange. It's like I didn't know what dreams were when I had the dream.

Yeah, as I said in my post, you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality, even fantasies while awake. Which is why kids have imaginary friends. You start to distinguish the difference at about 5-7 years old iirc.

So before your earliest memory would most likely be really fucked up stuff you can't comprehend. Plus the brain, afawk, doesn't start forming memories until later on.

2 nightmares from when I was a kid. One, I was on a spaceship and people's purple faces were melting. Two, I was getting chased round my garden by huge mutant muppets.

I remember i used to have an occurring dream, where each time i would get slightly further through it. It always started with me waking up and going into my parents room because i was scared, but they weren't there. When i turned around to go out of their room, the door way lead to a forest instead of my landing. In this forest i'd see door ways into other people's (often friends and family) bedrooms, but i never went in any.

It would have to be the one about "pirates fighting in a ship" it started when i was about 6 years old and lasted months, used to dream about it every night and wake up in a sweat with my mom trying to calm me down with a wet towell. 2 ships and pirates on both, the pirates on the one i was on made me walk the plank, all the way to the edge and had his sword poking at me telling me to jump or he would push me...at the same time the pirates from the other ship had jumped onto ours and they were fighting and killing the pirates on the ship i was on, as if they were fighting them for me..i remember a cannon and the loud bangs and shouting ..i had never watched anything to do with pirates and my mom couldn't understand it but it was the most terryfying dream

9 years old, I felt like I was dreaming so I jumped 3 times and flew in the house than went out in the night and flew. Felt so real I thought it was real and tried to fly when I woke.
Another was when I must have been 10/11. I was in a toga in ancient Rome walking around seeing roman numerals and old Roman buildings. It was odd.

A dog was in my house, barking so hard that its throat caught on fire. I'm not sure it noticed, it just kept on barking. I had this dream when I was six (I had a huge fear of dogs back then lol). I can't remember any other dream before that one.

I don't know how old I was, but I was still in a crib. In the dream I snuck out of the house at night and went into my neighbor's house. I turned on their TV and started to watched Aladdin.

6 years old, maybe even 5
The devil was standing at a podium with a demon beside him. The demon kept on kissing the devil's ass with saying like: You're the greatest, you're better than the Gods etc..
The devil turned to the demon and said," There is only one God, and that is God."

As soon as the devil said this I saw, in my dream, the outline of a pyramid flash. It was so loud and bright that I woke up blind and scared to death. I couldn't talk, move or even breath.

This is gonna be a long one

My earliest memories are a mesh of tons of different things and I have trouble distinguishing reality from illusions of the mind when it comes to them. I would consider my earliest dream to be the one of the demonic clown. I think I had the dream when I was around three or so. For the longest time, I believed that these events really did occur. However, it makes sense that it was all a dream. Since these memories are a mix of different things, I'll share it in the way I remember it now.

The Dream

I am in my bedroom. The room is small and there is a shoe-holder mat placed over the door. For some reason, the room looks like the house I live in now. In fact, this memory is engrained like it happened in the house I live in now, so I "remember" the upstairs hall being my current upstairs hall, the steps and the railing being the ones they are now, etc. etc. But we moved to this house when I turned six. The bedroom has a bluish type atmosphere. On the opposite end of the room (from the door) are two small closets. They are next to each other, side-by-side.

For whatever reason, I am in the room by myself with the door closed. This is strange, because I am usually accompanied by one of my parents. I look around the room and something strange happens. The small head of a clown-doll pops out of the area above and between the two closets. I have no idea why, but we begin to talk to each other. This experience happens several times, again and again on an almost day-to-day basis. It becomes a regular thing. When I am in the room by myself, the clown appears in the exact same spot. Just his head. There are several things I am not supposed to do. I am not supposed to tell my parents about him. I am not supposed to leave until we are done talking. There are other rules to follow, but I don't remember what they are. Since I have no reason to distrust him, I listen (I didn't exactly know that clown heads were not supposed to pop out of the wall). After several of these interactions with the clown, he disappears. He just stops showing up.

Some time passes. We are still living in the same house. I am not sure why, but I end up going to my bedroom by myself again. My parents are downstairs. I close the door, I think to play. As I close the door, I am facing the direction adjacent to the closets. I remember the clown. I wonder if he will appear again. I have not seen him in a long time. Hell, I can't even remember how he SOUNDS like.

The head of the clown pops out again above and between the closet doors. I see him and he says something to me. His voice is deep, demonic and inhuman. I start to get scared. He says something along the lines of "Don't yell for [dad's name]!" I panic. I run out of the room down the upstairs hall and around the banister of the stairs. I am getting ready to run downstairs to get my dad to help me. A LONG arm wearing an equally long white clown glove follows me as it stretches down the hall. It grabs me and pulls me back into the room.

The memories REALLY start to blur here. Something about my dad coming upstairs and talking to it. As if my dad were negotiating something so it would leave me alone.

Hindsight

For years after the dreams, I thought these things really did happen. I would be afraid to be in a room by myself as I thought this thing would appear. These are a few of my earliest memories period. There is no way I can distinguish reality from dream when it comes to these memories.

However there were a couple times I have talked to my parents about this clown to see if I had ever mentioned anything about it to them. According to them, it must have all been a dream. Not once when I was a child did I mention anything about a clown to them.

The oldest dream I can remember is maybe from 1st grade. I was on a beach, everything was sepia(brownish-red) colored(you know, the color of a photo taken from the 19th century). Then I suddenly saw a a dead body fling out from the water like a rag-doll. Since then, it remained in my memory.