I don't have nightmares often at all, but I still remember my first one from when I was really young very clearly.
I was on a train with my dad, and wherever we went on that train, all the people were made of clay. They really scared me. Eventually the train stopped in the middle of the desert and I could finally get away from the clay people.
Where the train had stopped there was a deep, deep hole in the ground. You could not see the bottom. Around the hole was a collection of animals looking down. I specifically remember a donkey and a bird. One by one the animals fell down. Not even the bird came up again.
It's the first dream I have a memory of overall actually. I don't remember my exact age, but I might have been as young as five.
