Its a paneled basement. There is a 70's sculptured shag carpeting in a mossy green color. I'm on a brown corduroy sofa with an orange quilt. There is a nail and string picture on the wall. a big console TV at the end of the room. It's a cool brisk temperature but not cold.

The forest is moderately thick but there are streams of sunlight spilling through in rays, it's neither bright nor dark. You can see everything but in a nice filtered light. The forest floor is mossy and soft to the step. Trees have fallen randomly and there are waves of lush green ferns about.

It's about two feet wide. It appears to be easily navigated there are occasional branches and trees that have fallen into the path but are easy to move over. It looks like it has been well travelled in the past but is rarely used now.

That the path appears to have been once heavily used but now abandoned tells us that the subject felt isolated only in the later stages of adolescence.

a little stream about two feet deep occasional large smooth round rocks jutting up with little rapids.

It looks like a beaten up tin cup. The old camping equipment kind that make your lips stick to it if you put too much ice in your drink. It's not colored red or any of the interesting colors they usually came in.

That the cup makes it difficult to drink may indicate that the subject views marriage as a sex-killer.

It's a silver colored handcuff key.

The purpose of the key—handcuffs—suggests that the subject expects the ideal career to provide a way to control and restrict others.