My first ever dream/nightmare at 2 years old.
When I was 2 years old I had my first and very significant dream that not long after triggered me to become conscious early.
The dream starts with me in an enormous and dark hallway lit up with several lined up windows during a thunderstorm, in the middle of this hallway I was tucked in-between my parents and sister in a strangely placed bed against the wall. At the feet of the bed laid several ukulele's in order of smallest to biggest. Something in this dream drove me to grab an ukulele from the footer, I hurry to un-tuck myself, jump from the bed quietly as to not wake anybody else up and tip-toe run towards the alignment of small guitars. I look left to what signaled me was the beginning of the hallway... Nothing, there was nothing there, the visual equivalent of trying to remember something before birth. To my right what seemed like a finitely long road to the other end... Where I could sense or even see two big unsymmetrical eyes staring into me, not quite eyes more than they were an odd pair of glowing, white, fur patches sewed onto a ginormous and dark *thing*. This thing sensed me, and I could sense it... sensing me, I look back at the assortment of guitars and once again in a hurry, ignoring the dread that filled up to my chest cavity, I pick up the smallest ukulele and ran back to the spot in my bed and either hide, fall asleep, pretend that the thing isn't coming and that it isn't inevitable; Or all three.
This is where the dream ends and for some reason, years later, I cannot shake it off, I've tried to look into what it may have meant and other micro-symbolisms but at that early of an age I doubt I could've gathered enough outside information to "secretly" embed meaning into it.