I think I remember my first, at least the earliest recurring nightmare I recall that is. I used to have a lot of trouble sleeping because of it & when everyone tried remedies like changing my room/sleeping somewhere else, I would sleepwalk. xD It was a bit of a handful, so everyone always reminds of that time. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have the same feeling of that nightmare, but I can't be sure. It might just be me recalling the feeling of being scared and relating it to that experience. Bleh xD
Anyways. It starts out with me picking flowers in the field in front of the house my dad&I lived in when I was in early elementary school. The next-door neighbor had about twelve cats that I always played with. So, I'm there throwing flowers around and laughing with the cats and it's a nice bright, warm-feeling sunny day. My bike is there, too. It's one of those bright colorful tricycles with ribbons, a basket full of toys and a cute little ting-a-ling bell.
The area was safe so I was allowed to go roaming as I pleased. The next thing I know, I'm riding my bicycle down one of the forest trails and I hear something behind me. It's a truck, but only the box part, not the car part. And it's chasing me. I don't know how I know it's chasing me, but it is. And it's just me and my tricycle. And then up ahead, the road becomes an empty highway and the scenery becomes a desert. And I see my dad's car, a really old Volvo driving along. So I wave at my dad, whose in the backseat with his window down and I tell to hurry up because it's coming to get us, it being the truck without the car part.
But my dad doesn't listen so I (somehow) find myself in the passenger seat in the front of the Volvo and outside, the truck without the car part smashes my tricycle to bits. And there's no one driving this car. So I start driving by reaching one leg over the middle and extending my arm. I don't know why I don't just sit in the front seat :33 but that's how I'm driving down familiar roads (out of the desert all of a sudden). Next thing I know, we'll falling or something, that weird free fall feeling. And I'm in some kind of little village with just the actual drivers seat "like a chair" and the steering wheel in my hand.
Sometimes, I get to explore the village, (people are weaving cloth and building straw huts) and sometimes I just wake up. Sometimes I wake up when the truck is chasing me. Sometimes that scene never ends, I just keep pedaling my tricycle away. Sometimes I wake up when I'm jumping into the car. It's really strange. Not all of the dream is terrifying or scary, but as a child it was. Now, it just has that fear attached to it, I guess.
~~I can't really understand it. As for the tricycle, I understand that as an elementary kid, my bikes were always stolen. I had about ten or twelve different bikes and somehow, in my mom's care, they'd always get stolen. Dunno if that has anything to do with anything, but xD it's all I can think of.