Had a dream where I was part of a bunch of tomb raiders I guess (Not the Lara Croft kind). We were in some kind of temple or castle or something and one impatient looter among many ended up triggering a trap that made it rain down iron spikes from the ceiling. I somehow survived the onslaught for the first few seconds before finding adequate cover, but what I found weird was how long the javelins kept raining down and the speed in which they were falling as if shot out through a cannon. I know ancient cultures are creative with traps but that just went beyond my suspension of disbelief.