When I was younger, I used to have this terrifying recurring dream. The dream played into the fear of heights that I used to have (spending a summer roofing houses will alleviate said fear). We'd go out on this hiking trip up a mountain built of ivory, yes ivory, and once atop the mighty tower there were metal handrails steps. I was confused as to how this "natural" mountain had these handy steps built in, but I soon realized why they were there.
The wind would start up, and before you knew it - if you were not desperately gripping the handrails, then you'd be blown off the mountain.