When i was probably 4 or 5 i had a reocurring nightmare i was walking down the street to my friend jeff’s house and the sky suddenly turned stormy and red and giant house sized rabbits started chasing me.

I don’t know which was first, but around 4 or 5 years old I had a bunch of dreams that I confused with reality. They were so vivid, even now when I’m back in that town I half expect to see these impossible things.

A towering rock garden in the park, a hair comb shaped like an ice block, a man in a beefeater costume who gave rides in his horse drawn cart, a singing black cat on the fence of that house on the corner,…

I have no idea why I remember this. Its literally my second memory in life and it happened before I was put in foster home, so I can’t have been older than 5 most likely 4.

I was in my grandmother’s living room. And on a table I see a candle. But instead of a flame on top theres a tiny wax figure of some fruit. Curious I decide to touch it, but when I do it falls over, and the living room starts burning! And theres where I woke up, I think.

I got a feeling this was more than just a dream. Regret I wasn’t able to confirm that before my biological grandmother and mother died. I had time but I never did ask.

I got a few other non-dream memories from back then too. Three of those I’ve confirmed later that was true. So I know its possible to form permanent memories at that age.

So when I was little my room was arranged in a way that if I was in bed, my head was opposite the door. I would sleep with the door open so lying on my side I was looking out onto the landing. Our stairs were just outside my door and they were open to the living room below, I found the light and the vague murmuring of the tv to be comforting I guess.

Until I started having this recurring dream. I’d be lying in bed, looking out at the dimly-lit landing as per. I’d hear the tv get turned off and my parents start to climb the stairs, also as per. But when they got to the top and came into view they wouldn’t be my parents at all, they were…dun dun duuuuuun…big scary dragons! They’d see me looking and come into my room and stand menacingly over me, and then I’d wake up.

I started shutting my bedroom door after that.

Fleeing naked along endless paths through mountains of jagged debris. A world torn apart. Feels like moving through molasses. Enough light to register, but not enough to see more than looming shadows. The air is hot and oppressive. It’s hard to breathe. Sounds are muffled, no echoes. Safety lies at the centre of the maze but the path shifts and twists away like a living thing.

It was a recurring nightmare throughout my childhood. I still get anxious in really dim lighting, like when lights on a dimmer switch are down really low or candlelight in a dark room. I call it nightmare lighting.

So there used to be this cartoon called Silverhawks, which was about these dudes who are partially made of metal and they can fly.

First dream I can remember, I was at the doctor and they wanted to give me a shot in my leg. I was really afraid of needles at the time, but suddenly I became a Silverhawk. The nurse was trying to stick the needle in my thigh, but my thigh was metal, so her plan was foiled.

I had this dream for many months and possibly years on end and recurred sporadically for years after. I was on the inside of a semi-transparent moon like object looking out and everything was kind of blurry.

This dream was consistently across each dream state, I guess it was some kind of memory of being in the womb as it had always had that home kind of feeling. I had this dream from as early as I can remember up until around 6 or 7 years old.