Last night I had a dream that the apocalypse was happening and all these temples were popping up. A bunch of characters (me, some girl, a psychic girl, the Nostalgia Critic(in character), and two Indian stereotypes) got trapped in one of the temples that dropped some sort of amber on us that hardened quickly. The way that the temple would kill you was: If you got something wrong that you believe is absolutely correct, then the area you're in (the exact area) would be destroyed and you would go down with it. The two Indian stereotypes were having a philosophy off and the comedic relief one died. The Critic was sad and said he was the only good character, so he died as well. Me, the psychic, and the other Indian stereotype were the only ones to survive. My right thing was something about McDonalds and philosophy. We all escape and that's all I know.