There are a few strange dreams that have really stuck with me, but I'll post one that was more recent and one that's probably been the most strange. First off, I would like to say that the dreams I have when referring to "me" isn't me in real life, but I am often someone else within the dream. Not sure why that is. Alas, I will use the words me and I even if I was someone else.

This one I had recently, about a week ago. The dream was set in some unknown year, but was in the modern age in Russia. I was going around in a Russian prison asking inmates that were convicted of drug charges (abuse and addiction rather than distribution) how the treatment was going, how they were being treated and if they would give up drugs. I was speaking to them, in Russian, and received a lot of answers that were very positive. Most just wanted to get out of their addictions and get back to living, but some didn't seem to be genuine. So, I asked them again after we had turned off the cameras in case they were afraid of saying something that might be viewed by the public or the government. Some opened up about struggling a lot with actually wanting to give it up and how they would live without it. The scene changed within the documentary that I was making, while I narrated, and began to go over the history of Russian law proceedings. It went into the 17th or 18th century to talk about a certain torture method that was used to determine if someone who had charges was guilty or not. I went into the character being dragged into a room, while I narrated it, and described the scene. The method was a large pool of water with a sort of squared off barrier in the middle. In the pool, decomposing bodies were thrown in. If a man who was being charged with a crime was thrown in, how they would react to being around death and how quickly they would get out would determine if the person had a good moral standing and judgement and if they were capable of committing a crime. If a man didn't seem too bothered by it or did not get out quickly enough, he was to be deemed guilty because only a person who was not in their right mind wouldn't be bothered by such a sight. Thus, they would be considered guilty. It was their last ditch effort to come to a conclusion on a case if all other efforts to prove innocence were exhausted. I was on trial for having stolen something and was told how this worked before being thrown in the pool. I scrambled as quickly as I could up from out of the water, seeing a man who was decomposed to the point of bone being visible in the water with me. I got up onto the barrier. Evidently this was enough proof and I was congratulated on being a free man. Then, I woke up.

I do not speak Russian, by the way.

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The other one is probably the strangest dream that I've ever had.

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I was standing in a house that looked to be built in the 60s or the 70s, a single story home. I was standing in a bedroom looking into the kitchen. The house was bathed in a yellow hue from canvas tarps draped over the windows that were blowing in the wind. I could tell that it was somewhere in the high desert like Arizona. Although I was there, I knew that I didn't have a body and that I was dead. Long gone from being alive, I came into a house that seemed to be decrepit and abandoned from the look of it all. I explored it for a while but it was more like cuts in scenes rather than a continuous experience. The living room. The kitchen. The bathroom. It was all abandoned and any sign of life was long gone. The scene changed and I was standing there in the bedroom looking into the sliding closet like that in older houses. Inside the closet was a dead dog, dried out and in the late stages of decomposition. I felt sad for it and wondered what its life was like. Was it a happy one? I stood there, watching myself or whatever I was since I didn't have a body, looking at it like it had laid down in the closet to die. The scene changed again and I was looking at myself in the third person again but this time there was a girl, probably around 10 or so, wearing a tattered and dirty white sundress. She sat on the floor with the dog's head rested in her lap like it was simply asleep, petting it and smiling as she did so. I watched her with curiosity. Then, she looked up at me and smiled. I felt afraid and shocked. How could she see me? I was dead. I wasn't there in the world like she was. Why would she see me and smile?

Then, I woke up.