So there I was, in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. It was my favorite museum, geez, they had EVERYTHING as far as I was concerned. Rocks and gems, dinosaur bones, sculpture....... huge rooms to wander through and soak my soul with wonder.

One day a friend and I went to see a new exhibit on ancient Egypt. They had brought an actual tomb, huge rock by huge rock, from Egypt and installed it in the museum, on the main floor over in the right wing. Fascinating.

The last thing I remember is stepping inside the tomb. BLAM I was triggered. Next thing I know I'm in a cold sweat, outside, on the entrance steps, huffin and puffin trying to catch my breath, figure out where I am, etc. For all I know I ran over King Tut himself while stampeding for the door.......