It's pretty empty. The walls are an off white, almost yellow. There is a nightstand, the bed I'm in, and a closed door; the room is too big for only two pieces of furniture. It is slightly cold, but not intolerable.
It's early morning, around eight or nine. Lightly populated with tall, evergreen trees, the forest well lit, but not overly bright. The sun can be seen.
It is an easily seen footpath, at most two people could walk side-by-side on it. It is fairly straight, but it doesa meander a little. It seems well-worn.
It is a standars stream, about 20 yards wide. At it's deepest,it looks to be just over my head. There is also a lake in sight, into which the stream empties. The water is bracingly cold, but refreshing, and is moving rather slowly.
It is a rustic, green glass bottle. Nothing remarkable. It is shaped like a long-neck beer bottle, but is obviosly older.
A skeleton key. It has a very large ring, and it is cast in bronze or gold. It is shiny; it seems to have no dirt on it whatsoever. It looks like an old jailer's key, but probably fits into a trunk or chest.