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The oddest attraction

Last night I dreamt that I recieved a phone call. A friend of mine was dying and needed the healing power of the Holy Grail to help them, so I had to go to the Forbidden Temple, which just happened to be in Charlottesville, and get it.

The Temple itself was a combination of the old ruins found in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade with the traps slightly out of order, and the Forgotten Temple in Eternal Darkness.

Of course, having something like this in a populated city = major tourist trap, and so I found myself beseiged by blades coming out of the wall, snakes, and something even more frightening to me, being immersed in large crowds. Believe me, it was odd to be moving through that temple in a line with spring-break preppies, small asian housewives and their children, and other various assortments of people.

I think the most striking image came when I got to the "Leap From the Lion's Head" trap. If you've seen the movie, you'll remember the place being a giant chasm one had to cross with a leap of faith. Well, apparently everyone there didn't know that, because everyone was stuck on the beginning side. It was like the infield of a Racetrack or the outside of a stadium before a football game. There were men in their forties drinking beer and sitting on lawn chairs, children and their parents eating lunch on picnic blankets, all watching the occasional person who got brave enough to try jump to their death, as if this was no great loss at all. On the other side of the gap, a giant-screen TV played advertisements for music, movies, and video-games, which drowned out the tribal drums and chanting I had heard until now.

I went up to the gap and took a step off. As I started falling downwards, I realized I hadn't even checked if I was "leaping from the lion's head" or just going wherever I could have a free spot. Yet as the ground approached, I had full faith that it wasn't going to hurt. And as I touched down lightly, the world flashed for a moment and I was back at the entrance to the chasm again, no one apparently realizing what had happened, as if I had just backtracked time a bit. This time I checked exactly where I was going to make my step, and once again closed my eyes and didn't hope, but knew I was doing the right think. Sure enough, this time I was walking across an invisible bridge, much to the amazement of everyone watching.

As I passed the TV, I pulled back the rotting curtain seperating this room from the next, to see a cluster of fellow workers from THS approaching me, with my unidentified friend (I never caught his name, and his head was draped down while being carried, so I never saw his face either, but I am pretty sure it was a he) in their arms, saying not to worry because they'd already taken care of it, at which point I began to mock-hassle them about me rushing down here out of bed blah blah blah blah blah. . .

The final part of the dream was me leaning against the rails of a bridge in a busy city in the middle of a bright afternoon, talking with people I'd never met about the dream we'd all just shared. I mentioned how, for me, the Temple was a tourist trap, while another young man mentioned that his "Bridge of Faith" was covered in wet grass. It was at this point that my alarm went off.

I don't know where these dreams come from, but they be some weird ones, no?