I only remember dreams from early childhood.
One, where I was wandering in my backyard and a vulture, sitting on our playset, grabbed me and stuffed me down its throat.
I had a similar dream when I was somewhere between 3-5 yrs old, but it was in my room instead of my backyard, and instead of a vulture it was a malevolent shadow.
I had a sequel to that dream a few years later where I was in a huge castle (which resembled the one in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, at least on the inside, I can’t recall the outside or if I ever even went there). I was there because the Black Ghost—as I called him—lived there and I was going to kill him. I snuck around for a while until I saw a door barely cracked open. I went in and saw him sleeping, so I slowly approached him and pulled out a knife to stab him with (I assume it was a magic knife with which one can kill shadowy spectres) but before I could he spoke. I don’t recall his words, but he told me a sad story that suddenly made me decide not to execute the figure. He was apparently dying anyway, and I woke up just before he did.