This is kind of an odd room. Half of it looks warm and inviting. There's a nice comfortable sofa, a bookshelf with plenty of interesting books and magazines, and a stereo with plenty of CD's. It's all nicely upholstered, warmly lit, and has plenty of potted plants and greenery. The other half of the room looks cold and sterile: there's a steel card table with a couple folding chairs and a bunch of religious tracts decrying human nature and sin. The walls on that side are painted a dull gray. The bed is right in the middle. I'd like to sit on the warm inviting side, but something tells me I shouldn't. (I get the impression someone else is planning to sit there.) I sit at one of the folding chairs.

Note that while the subject recognizes that one side is much more pleasant than the other, he purposely refuses to go there: it is for “someone else.” This self-denial suggests that the subject purposely made his childhood uncomfortable, because he felt he was unworthy of happiness.

The forest has quite a few trees in it: maples and oaks, and a few really tall pine trees. There are plenty of birds and small furry animals running back and forth in the woods. It's a fairly thick forest and not really bright, but some sunlight peeks through here and there.

It's not an easily navigated path; one would have to have a good pair of hiking boots to tread it. It's pretty narrow and has rocks, ruts, and short but steep hills here and there. I see tire tracks indicating someone's been mountain biking there, even though there was a "No Bikes" sign at the entrance and every hundred feet or so along the trail.

It's a small running stream, which looks like it could be coming from a small spring just up the hill. Then again, it could easily be from a hidden sewer drain. The water looks clear, cool, and inviting. It's almost cool enough to drink, or to wade in, but it could easily be from a sewer so that might be a dumb idea. The little stream looks like it runs downhill for a little while through a meadow, eventually emptying into a larger creek.

That the water is clear but the subject is concerned about possible contamination suggests that the subject has few issues regarding sex of which he is aware, but fears that a deeper self-examination might disclose some disturbing problems.

It's an old discarded beer can. Looking around, I see a few more beer cans here and there. It looks like some kids were having a party, but they just littered and spoiled my nice view.

That the subject is very negative about the cup suggests deep-rooted feelings of misogamy.

It looks like an old skeleton key, the kind that they used to use on houses before anyone really worried about security. It probably used to unlock a big mansion, but the owners have long since changed the lock, so the key isn't useful any more.

Note that the key “isn’t useful anymore,” suggesting that the subject believes it is impossible to gain fulfillment from a career nowadays.