It is a medium sized room with 3 windows. I am in a California King-sized bed and there is a big comfy brown chair in one corner. There is a big wardrobe on the far wall and the door is on the right wall next to a desk with a computer on it. It is warm, but not hot. There are photographs everywhere on the walls.
It is a very beautiful forest. It is fall with big, tall oak trees with colorful leaves. The sun's rays are shining bright through the trees, but there are still patches of shade so I don't have to squint my eyes.
There isn't really a marked path, but I am sure of where I am going. The ground is covered with colorful leaves that have fallen from the trees, but that is all. I don't feel as if anyone is around me or if anyone has travelled the "path" before me.
It is a creek with crystal clear water that is moving at a fairly slow pace. There are rocks to step on so I can find my way across to the other side.
it is a very plain, wooden cup just the size of my hand. It is very smooth.
It is an old key - like to a treasure chest. It is very intricately made with patterns and engravings. It is kind of dirty, not very bright and shiny anymore, but it just needs someone to clean it up a bit for it to be shiny again.