The first dreams I remember were when I was just two. One was in black and white. I climbed up some wooden steps and turned on the bathroom faucets, but fire came out. (I had recently been hospitalized because I was scalded by a coffeepot at my grandmother's house - I don't remember that at all) My other dream was walking through sort of a fair with rows and rows of long strings of beautiful brightly colored beads hanging down.