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