it's a warm room. there's a general coziness about. not quite dusty, but not humid at all. bright light shines in from a window taking up a whole wall. comforters and quilts surround me in a giant blanket of warmth. the walls are bare, painted a light sky blue. a water bed takes up most of the room, in the corner a small desk, with a computer sitting on it. three different doors lead out from the room, and lots of nooks and crannies are around. a thick, velvet soft to the feet carpet covers the entire floor.
a giant forest. nothing but trees to see for miles. big bright redwoods. beautiful, awesome and yet terrifying in a strange, un-understandable way. little seedlings sprouting up from the ground. sunlight shines down to create small patch work quilts of light and shadow. a generally warm light is suffused into the surroundings.
it is a windy path, sometimes disappearing around a bend, but rather easy to follow....fairly well traveled, although saplings and ferns hang over the edges. wide enough to allow someone to walk beside you if the your arms are wrapped around each other.
a waterfall, not as big as some, but never ceasing, always pounding against the rocks, flowing rapidly towards it's destination.
a very big cup, a big handle attached to the side, with a wide mouth, made out of a clear crystal, refracting light so that even though the glass is rather ungainly, it still shines with an inner beauty.
a rather intricate key. a gilded handle, with flowing metal work. but a simple locking mechanism. maybe opening a chest with something unknown inside...something wonderful.