I wake up staring at a cold granite ceiling. The bed is of hard granite. The floor is soft sand and littered with large bowling-ball sized stones. It is a jail cell, and there is a light down the hall, but not much light filters into the room
In the middle of a grove of trees, and it is dark outside. I look around and there are tall ancient redwoods. The moon is full and a filtered light comes through the trees dotting the ground with spots of light.
The path is narrow and overgrown with shrubbery winding behind trees and bushes. The path is obscured by bushes and winds as if trying to hide itself from travelers. It is hard to distinguish the borders of the path which is very hard to see.
There is a small stream about 4 feet wide and flows to my right, and it flows at a trickling speed disappearing under some overgrown bushes. It is clear, but i don't touch it so I don't know its temperature.
The vessel is a canteen made of large steer scrotum with a long leather strap for carrying.
An old skeleton key covered with rust and moss. It is obscured by weeds that contain it so much that when I pick the key up, the plant overgrowth breaks. It unlocks a tomb of some sort.