Richard 2002-12-03

It's warm. It's a hotel room. It's got two beds, with two nightstands, and a bathroom. It has a TV and counter.

It's bright, past noon. Pine trees with furs and redwoods and cedars. Looking into the forest is quite dark and mysterious, but inviting and welcoming.

It’s difficult to determine the level of light from this description; the subject vacillates between “bright” and “inviting” to “dark” and “mysterious.”

Well-beaten dirt path, rather narrow, seemingly rarely-travelled. Nothing really growing in it.

A high waterfall, on moss-covered rocks, falling into a pool and gliding over a set of large rocks down to the left of me. The pool is small and relatively deep. The water is clean.

A darkened clear bottle, cylindrical, 8-10 in. tall, with a blue lid and plastic fixture holding the lid to the bottle. Unscrewing the lid reveals a wide mouth 2.4 in wide, and the bottle itself is about 3 in. wide, with measurements on the side.

Note the exacting measurements of the bottle, as if the subject wants a marriage “just so.”

Old-fashioned key, that has an elegant top. In oddly good condition, silver, seems to fit a simple lock.