I was at the bottom of a wide, deep canyon. Its rocky walls were dark brown. The ground was the same color. There was a shallow, dirty lake and it wasn't clear if it was natural or man-made. There was a group of people working on a house-sized structure covered with the red soil. Or maybe it was made of mud bricks made from the soil. The 'house' was of a vaguely ancient shape. The archaeologists were excited about the things they were finding... trunks which may or may not have been coffins and which were obviously from a much later time period than the house itself. They were excited because they had no records of such a group settling in that area. Inside the coffins, or trunks, was an odd assortment of personal items. There was a dagger or a hilt of a dagger which someone identified as being ceremonial and mainly used for some vague pagan ceremony. There was dried fish which was falling apart. I was uneasy and felt that maybe we shouldn't be disturbing anything.