Whenever I hear the Raiders march, I generally wish I'd be exploring an archaeological excavation site, ancient temple, wanna shine a flashlight inside a cave or catacomb, or museum or something... and preferably with obstacles, heights (broken, slightly dangerous stairs or something), imagining to evade boobytraps
Or, if I happen to be walking down a stairwell, having an urge to get out a whip and try a swing by cracking it to a leverage point
...
I generally pick up the pace if walking, turn corners faster, walk across the street more daringly between traffic...
And I also get the chills from Williams'
Parade of the Slave Children, it mostly gives me an inert kind of respect, a sort of venerated and defiant resoluteness... I instantly re-live that moment of justified disgust and pay-back time/ let's-make-these-child-molesters-cry-themselves moment. Indy standing there in a sort of contained rage and deep-felt despise for the Thuggee guards... really a psychological-gut feeling peak in the film.