The room is warm. It is a living room. The walls are a deep brick color with built in bookshelves. The shelves and moldings are white. I am on a cream colored couch facing a fireplace. There is an open doorway behind me, and a window to my left. It is dark outside.
The trees are tall, a mixture of aspens and pine trees. There is a stream, very shallow but cold. The path follows the streams course.
The path is narrow, with some rock imbedded in it. It seems to be well traveled. It is very easy to follow.
It ends at the stream it has been following. The water is now gathering in a pool. The water is very clear, and you can see some fish swimming in it. The water is cold. There are some large boulders pokint out and I can see several others submerged under the water. The bottom is sandy. There are some fallen trees extending into and over the pool.
It is an earthenware pitcher. It has a glaze of mingled browns, reds and yellows. It is rather large and has a handle on the side. It is full of clear, cool water.
The key is a large skeleton key. Very ornate. It is made of cast iron and is black, with a bit of rust on it. It looks like it would open a very large, heavy door. The kind you would see on very old houses in Europe.