All my dreams are too strange for words, and most of time I can remember them in graphic detail.
A good many of them involve me killing my mother, or being intensely angry at her. Either that, or exhuming dead bodies of long-dead relatives. But the absolute strangest of them all.....
I was behind my grandmother's old homeplace, in the woods. A creek runs through there, and I was looking down into a ravine, down into rushing rapids and rocks. My grandmothers body was down there on the rocks, dressed in a blue/white dotted dress. I crawled down and retrieved her body, put it over my shoulder, and walked to my great-grandmother's house. In reality the 2 houses are a short walk apart. In the dream, the walk took an eternity. Her body was normal, but her head was all decayed and rotting away.
I remember being afraid to reach my destination because I knew I'd have to see her head. I went inside and hid the body under a bed, covering the head with a styrofoam plate. I remember the walk, the weight of her body, the dripping water, and my emotions very clearly.