I remember it as being my first dream ever, think I was around 1-2 years old when I had it, but everything's very fuzzy timeline-wise up until I was around 5.
It was wholly abstract, I dreamt of myself as an amorphous mass of... something. I wasn't panicked that I had no limbs or defined shape, and was fully aware of myself as said mass.
I was floating in a void, and a much, much larger mass of the same something of which I was made started drawing nearer and nearer to me, almost painfully slow.
I can't begin to describe the sheer terror I felt when I realised I couldn't retreat fast enough to not get caught. I was... moving my ass off away from the thing, and it seemed to just be strolling its way closer and closer - the fact that it seemed entirely relaxed in its pursuit somehow made the feeling of terror even worse.
Then, it finally caught up with me. The first thing which struck me was its size. To say it was towering over me is an understatement, the thing was incomprehensibly vast.
It was all over in a flash. The thing just... advanced "through" me, it simply assimilated me into its mass and I was gone. That was when I woke up. I still remember that terror, never felt anything close to it since.