All I can remember dreaming about when I was a kid was werewolves, kind of like what was depicted in Underworld actually, but was never afraid of them, it was like we were cool together and would hang out all the time.

But the dream that set everything off for me in the lucid world where I actually learned what it was, would be when I opened my bedroom door, and looking out, everything was the same as usual. Then a large blast went off and I shut my eyes, feeling the heat and wind from the blast, then when I opened my eyes, the floor of my hallway became an old time bridge, like the damn thing would have fallen apart if a fly farted on it, and the left wall became nothing but fire, and the right wall became nothing but the sky as if I was looking at it from cloud level. I could feel the heat burning my skin on the left, and the clouds begging me to jump into them. Instead it became a WTF moment and I just stared into them for a long time, wondering if I'd see anything like Satan or God, but nothing appeared and I woke up sweating my sack off.