Starr Zizza 2002-06-10

As I sit on the huge overstuffed soft couch I look around. Even though I do not remember where I am, I feel safe. I feel really good here. I can smell a fire in the stone fireplace, hear it crackle and feel the warmth all around me. I look down and see the beautiful old wood floor with a thick tan area rug. As I look around, I see nature everywhere, from the wood floor to the stone fireplace. I can feel the outside coming in. I want to lay back in my cocoon on the couch and fall asleep.

Note the phrase “outside coming in,” which possibly indicates that adulthood and responsibility intruded quickly on the subject’s early life.

I see a thick, dense forest. There are huge pine trees all around, but the brush is so think that I can barely see. It is dark and scary in there, I do not want to go but I know I need to go in. As I start into the forest, I can smell the fresh pine scent of all the trees and start to become more comfortable. I hear birds singing and see a path that looks as if it has been used by many people before me. I go on, even though I do not like being in the forest alone, I know I can do this.

Note that the subject finds the forest initially dark and scary, but becomes more comfortable as time goes on. This could suggest that the subject became accustomed to adult supervision as time progressed, or at least came to the realization of its necessity.

The path is narrow and hard to follow. I have to pick my way through, stepping over brush and trees. It is hard to follow as it is not been used for a very long time and there is a lot of overgrowth.

After finally navigating through the forest, staying on the narrow path. I find myself at the edge of a beautiful lake. The water is clean and cool. This is a natural lake, I cant see any houses or people around it. No boats, just beautiful, soft glass like water.

I see the beautiful old tin cup. Surly someone has lost this. The cup has beautiful scribe all over it, the closer I look at it, I see it is not tin at all, but sterling silver.

As I turn back around and find where the path continues I see something glinting in the sunlight. I reach down and see what is mostly buried under leaves and other forest debris. An old skeleton key. I dig it up and wipe if off on my jeans. I look at it, inscribed in the side are initials, they are so faded I can barley make out what them might say, maybe TF OR TE, I cannot tell. I continue to walk and begin to wonder about what this key could belong to. Obviously it must be of importance to someone for who would inscribe initials in a key. I think either this belongs to an old diary of some sort, or some kind of chest. Probably a chest that contains someone most personal and loved possessions.