I'm in a warm room, with a slight breeze. All of my furniture from my room is in here, but it's in different colors.

Pine trees are all over the place; so many that I'm getting hit with falling needles. The canopy provides a lot of shade, making the forest dark. The ground is soft from all of the dead needles.

There was a path, but I wasn't completely sure if it was a path, or just a trick of nature. With no markings, it appears as though the path hasn't been taken in quite some time.

There was a small stream at the end of the path that came down from a small brook. I was glad, because I was thirsty and the water looked very clean. Spring water, at it's best!

The flask looks like it was used for some kind of liquor, possibly a hip flask, because it had curves.

There was a key in the middle of the path that was very very tiny. The only thing I can associate it with is something like a filing cabinet - that's how small it was.