Dream: In which I attempt to resurrect Osiris

My cousins and I found a ruined temple in the woods. There was a stream running through part of it, and many places were very wet. There were a few openings to crawl through, and Rachel crawled through one. I looked around and saw a way to get around the wall. I found a small altar in the middle of the place—there was no roof—and several figurines. One was a metal sphinx, but the head and an upper part of the torso came apart, like it was a little box with various stacking compartments. Then there was another one and it had a mask and shield. There was also a metal face, and I tried to reassemble it, until I realized the face slid up into the head from a slit along the neck. There was also a statue of a mummified Isis, with her lovely head tilted to one side.

I realized that I had to act as a priestess for a rite here. Rachel was lying on the ground with her arms crossed over her chest, and she started to get drawn through an opening in the wall. Behind her was a mummified man, with his face still intact, but he was a green-grey color, and I knew he was Osiris, but I asked him who he was anyway. He told me his name was Asar, which is his Egyptian name (Osiris is Greek). I knew during the ritual I would place the statue of Isis upon him and resurrect him with her power.

I knew where I had to go to conduct the ritual, so I started to go there. There was a long table, and I suddenly had an armful of altar settings. There were many broken clay columns of a miniature stature, so I tried to arrange them artistically, and set the restored sphinx and metal shielded man, along with another clay guy that kept losing his head. I could see the place where Asar would descend from, and I was ready for it to begin. I somehow knew that this was a daily event that would go on whether or not living people attended.