My Dream began within a house, that shared similarities to a single-wide trailer that my Maternal Grandmother once lived in.
A lot is blurred, but at the time the Dream was extremely vivid. At no point during the Dream did I realize that I was within the Dreaming.
I arrived during the afternoon. It was still day light outside. There were several people within the house, and I knew them, but they are nobody I know in the real world.
Night came and the house became ominous. Again, I'm not able to remember much. I should have recorded it immediately, but there was too much to do after I woke up and I forgot all about it until just now.
There was a room which had an antique style vaulted ceiling with open, exposed beams. There were toys in the room which appeared antique as well. Dolls and a jack-in-the-box. All of them were smiling, the paint of their faces faded and cracked. Their eyes followed me as I moved through the house, watching.
I stepped outside and there was a large, cement park, with a twisting, spiral drive. I had seen the park before, and I suddenly knew what was coming. I also knew that if I followed the roadway to the bottom, that I would find water. I had been there before and ran that way once. At the time, I had also known that water was lurking there, but what I ran from was far worse than the abyss beneath.
On the other side of the park was a prison. Troubled teens are kept there, locked within. I haven't been there in a long while, but I used to find myself locked in with the others when I was a teenager. I would spend the entire dream trying to escape.
A few of the people from the house had followed me outside and one by one they began to change. It was if they were possessed by something.
I returned to inside of the house, even though I knew that it would offer no protection against whatever was outside.
I went to the room with the toys and climbed up on top of the ceiling. I sat on the rafters while everyone within the house became possessed by the same entity. They shambled around like a cross between a zombie and one of the Deadites from the Evil Dead movies.
I sat up in that room, and did my best not to make a sound. The toys came to life and looked up at me. Their eyes were full of malevolence. Then the roof began to disappear, caving in at some parts and just vanishing at others.
The commotion caused by the roof attracted the attention of the possessed and they began to climb up to me.
That is when I woke up.
Instead I prefer to scry through sticks. I have 31 bamboo sticks (when I began using them, I didn't know jack about the meanings behind different trees, I just picked them because our yard at the time was overrun with the shit and I liked the way they looked). The sticks are about 4-5 inches long and about as thick as a pinky finger bone. I keep them in a basket and toss them on the ground whenever I wish to use this particular medium.Then I just lose myself in the patterns the sticks make, until a shape jumps out at me, which I compare to whatever rune symbol the configuration brings to mind.
