The room is a turret. It is an octogon shape. Only one wall is a wall. The rest are windows and look out over an urban landscape with an ocean in the distant. It is rather high up and warm as it faces east and the sun is rising filling the room with a rosy glow. There is a large comfortable bed, and window seats for storage. The floor is bare, covered with terracotta tiles.
It is a decidious forest and the season is Autumn. It is mid-day and light shines through the red, yellow and orange trees.
The path is fairly wide but there are graduations in levels, and stumps and small boulders to climb over. It appears to be travelled rarely.
It is a rushing stream. Through the blue clear water I can see the rock bottom. The rocks are about the size of eggs, fairly uniform and green and blue in color. The water is cold.
It is a metal chalice, and looks very old. The metal is rough, as though it was hammered into shape, and copper colored. Inset into the chalice are small glass beads of ruby, topaz, and emerald. On the base I see the initials of my name are carved.
A large mahogany chest covered in carvings.