Anonymous 2002-06-08

The window is open and letting the cool spring breeze blow in. The crisp white curtains are gently blowing from the breeze outside and the hum of a fan is on low as it circulates the room. I hear the whistle of a train. The bed is soft and warm with cotton white sheets to cover up with.

The forest is thick with Aspen pine trees. The bright light is breaking through only in places. Soft green moss is on the ground with snow scattered in places. I hear the chopping of wood from afar.

The unusual introduction of an unseen woodcutter is more interesting. At the risk of digging too deep into the symbolism, we can still propose some theories. Was there something in the subject’s early life that was actively (if not insidiously) weakening the influence adults had on the child? Or were some of the adults so hated that the subject wanted them destroyed?

The forest is accessible from any place. The forest is down in a valley. They are some big and small boulders and rocks. It is not well travelled.

The stream is God made, with the clearest and purest of water. With ripples from the rocks and a small waterfall. The sound of the water is soft.

A old metal canteen with gray wool covering on the outside. It has a long leather strap. The metal top screws on to hold the cool water from the stream.

The copper key is very old looking. It will unlock my grandmothers house.

This key is for a specific house. Perhaps the subject would like the career to follow in a family tradition?