I had a dream we had a school trip to an ancient Orthodox Christian church. However, the unique part of that church was its architecture plan untypical for any Orthodox Church, even today; it had a central room which led into two more rooms, each from each side, and then they both connected to a rectangular hall. By the 21st century, that hypothetical temple only had the central room to be in perfect condition, and the two “connect rooms” flowing from each side of it were in ruins. The long rectangular part was the most dangerous to be in, although that was the part where most of the ancient altars and icons were kept nearly untouched by the archeologists.
For some reason, upon arrival, I felt the need to take a shower. A very bad need to take a shower. So while our school group went into the left room that halled from the central one, I went into the right one, got a bucket from somewhere, and washed my body. I quickly caught up and listened to the tour guide as if nothing happened.

Now hear me again, I wanted to take another shower. The interval between those two actions was an hour at best. But for some reason, I didn’t stay in the left room and do the thing while the tour was held in the right room, the one where I had already showered; instead, I somehow managed to get through the vents that led to the mysterious long rectangular room. The school team lost me.

And this is what the inside of the most dangerous part of the building looked like. For some reason, lots of skulls there. For an understandable reason, lots of old gold elements. To my surprise, there was actually an ongoing tour of some brave group of abandoned buildings enthusiasts who were roaming the place. They somehow got access to that place without being stopped by the guards. Well, so did I, but I didn’t go there for a specific reason like they seemed to have had.
As I looked down, I noticed that there were rubbles in the basement. That made me very anxious. So I went up the vents again and found myself in the center room. Words and brushes cannot describe how horrifying the vents experience actually was. Indeed, the insides of those tight walls looked just like the bones of the skulls. Worrisome.