By: Gladiator

(Play to track 9: Raiders of the Lost Ark Soundtrack)

Indiana Jones opened his eyes startled...  what a strange dream he was having...  Being chased through massive catacombs by impish beings certainly not of his world...  Now that he was awake the dream seemed surreal, but up until a few minutes ago he thought he was living the manifestation in his mind.  This was becoming an all to familiar occurrence.  This time he found refuge in an angular crypt made of an unknown masonry material, and he seemed to be drawn to it by an almost glitter in the passages before him.  The phenomena gave his senses a queer feeling he couldn’t place whenever it appeared at its irregular intervals.

  Inside the chamber Indy found evidence to support his theories on the impending foray into their universe.  Through eons of hard settled dust, an undisturbed gold mine to an archeologist, he uncovered strange hieroglyphs remarkably familiar to some of the passages found in the cipher manuscript; the mysterious text whose eerie pages daunted him with diagrams and rough sketches of creatures unlike he had ever studied. 

  Indy knelt on the stone ground, holding the torch so as to not cast his shadow on the elaborate murals beneath him.  He was unable to fathom how the native inhabitants of this ancient city of macabre were able to fashion such elaborate pictographs and other forms of art without the aid of any form of artificial light.  Perhaps as he deciphered some of the new symbols and drawings he would learn more about their time. 

  There must certainly be a message...as someone or something seemed to lead him to this room.  For until such guidance, what seemed an eternity he was fleeing for his life among the accursed crypt though an endless maze of tunnels harboring beings unnamed and unnamable.  Lightly, Indy blew away more of the dust, and traced one of the frightful passages with his finger and began whispering quietly aloud...  

That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange eons even death may die.

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  The knocks at the door came again. 

  Indy shook his head trying to rid himself of his sheepish state.  He got up to see who it was dropping by so late in the night. 

  He opened the door. 

  “Indy...” It was Professor Malcolm from Miskatonic, and with the pause in his voice, Indy knew at once there was trouble. 

  “Come in Dr..  Please.”

  “Indy...  There’s been a break in at the University.  Someone has stolen the obelisk we found in the Roswell crash debris!”

  This was not good news at all thought Indy...  they were all now in grave danger...and after this latest bout with his dreams.... The situation was becoming perilous. 

  Indy groveled in a low monotone voice and mumbled barley audible through clenched teeth...something about the artifact being the key to understanding his dreams underlying meaning.

  Then he looked to Dr. Malkum. 

  “I think it’s time we had help from an outside Force.........”

  He closed his eyes and once again tried to Contact his Jedi friend-- Luke Skywalker.