The room is smallish in size, it is at the top of a house. A large window looks out over fields of waving wildflowers and grasses. Dapples shade from a tree to the side of the room stipples the room with light and shade. In the distance I can see high mountains. My bed is double sized, but not too large and warm and soft. The room contains old, attractive items which are also utilitarian. The room has a feel of sparteness or simplicity about it about it, but is friendly and warm and is filled with the view from a outside which seems to come in to the room. I am safe and happy.
The forest is a mixture of evergreen and deciduous trees. Where the evergreens crowd over rocky knolls a dark, silent and gloomy light allows flickering sun to light up an undergrowth of blackberry, fine green grass and mushrooms that, with the pine needles, scent the air with a rich earthy perfume. Bright patches of deciduous trees filter the sun into bright green and golden pools of warmth. I can hear and see birds and insects and lizards. My feet crunch over nuts and leaves. The bark of the trees is rough and warm, small branches pull at my clothing. Some of the trees already have berries glowing red.
The track is sometimes clearly defines, other times hardly visible. My feet however seem sure, no matter how rough the surface, even where it might indicate a path to climb up a rocky face. At other times the path is easy and smooth, well covered with leaves, shady and well trodden. I relax and daydream where the path is easy, I am focussed and alert when it is rough.
Natural, the water is a lake fed by streams. High mountains are on the far side. Foamy small waves break at the shore and the water is a deep green from the forest litter. Small beaches surround the lake, as well as rocky headlands. There is small island in the lake. The water is slightly choppy.
A golden cup, inset with emeralds.
Large and old fashioned. The key unlocks a door into a walled garden