I had a dream I was on a plane. A totally normal flight. Going in for a landing when things went wrong at the last minute. I swear I could feel the heat of the flames as I saw them coming through the fuselage as the plane is breaking up around me. I woke up on my feet beside my bed sweating. I’ve never had a dream like that before or since. I’ve never done drugs or other vices. That was over a decade ago and I can still remember it like it was a real event in my life. Like it was landing in Denver, I was sitting a few rows from the front on the left isle on the emergency exit row.
When I was about 3 or 4 I had a dream that a purple alien landed in my backyard, and turned the neighbour’s dog against me. I was too young to understand what dreams were all about and I was terrified of sleeping for a long time.
It might also be my earliest memory.