
I was looking for a small, inexpensive DV camera for my work mates (I shall use the fictitious names of Lacy and Wanda). I found an article while I was looking around, about some old warrior who was clad in metals and had done both great and terrible things.
The dream skips, and the three of us (and others who I do not remember) are on an expedition to find the grave of this warrior. We are in a decrepit place. I remember myself and Wanda had to use the washroom, and it was stained, as if it had never been cleaned. We both did not want to use it. It was the type of place even women peed standing up. We walked down a long, stained looking hall and at the end, on the right, was a doorway which we walked through. There was a tomb there, a very old stone tomb, with a large lion or similar animal head on top of it, roaring out of the top of the tomb with an open mouth, warning people away. For some reason I knew (and now I had a male expedition partner, someone I don't remember seeing in real life, he had a sly smile and dark wavy hair and I did not trust him fully). He seemed to be illustrating the tomb, whilst sitting on some sort of pedestal, that I had to stand on at the front of the tomb, as once you touched it, something would happen. And something did happen. Acid poured out of the lion's mouth, acid so powerful it corroded the stone (which accounted for the already corroded look to the stone), and the stone floor it fell on. I knew if someone stepped in the acid, that they would be burned. I walked away from the tomb (the man still stayed on his pedestal), out into the hall, to warn others to not walk where the acid was.
I wake.
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