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The overly large blur grew larger by the millisecond. Thundering down the
street toward me and the fence-post which happen to exist with myself
alone. It was two seconds before. I was able to turn faster then the
speed of light to face my impending doom. And in those two seconds I saw
what seemed impossible to witness. Masses upon masses of common objects,
just things you can see in a house or lying in the streets. People were
nested among the objects. Children, cars, adults, and animals frozen in
position crowded together with the rest of the masses.
And now it was my turn.
I made an effort to escape such a horrible fate. Starting toward the
remainder of the bus-stop which already had a fraction of it bonding
with the masses. I was swept inside the bus-stop and then pressed
against the rest of the objects. I felt a wave of concrete and dried tar
wash over my face and the outward facing part of my body. I could not
feel the weight of the rest of the masses as we all were submerged into
the street only to resurface on the opposite side from which I started.

We were rolling. This mass of people and objects were moving in unison;
similar to that of a slow light-weight bowling ball moving towards
pins. It was at the same time I had my epiphany of our movement that I
ceased my overly loud confused screaming, and noticed a joy.

Description
The overly large blur grew larger by the millisecond. Thundering down the
street toward me and the fence-post which happen to exist with myself
alone. It was two seconds before. I was able to turn faster then the
speed of light to face my impending doom. And in those two seconds I saw
what seemed impossible to witness. Masses upon masses of common objects,
just things you can see in a house or lying in the streets. People were
nested among the objects. Children, cars, adults, and animals frozen in
position crowded together with the rest of the masses.
And now it was my turn.
I made an effort to escape such a horrible fate. Starting toward the
remainder of the bus-stop which already had a fraction of it bonding
with the masses. I was swept inside the bus-stop and then pressed
against the rest of the objects. I felt a wave of concrete and dried tar
wash over my face and the outward facing part of my body. I could not
feel the weight of the rest of the masses as we all were submerged into
the street only to resurface on the opposite side from which I started.

We were rolling. This mass of people and objects were moving in unison;
similar to that of a slow light-weight bowling ball moving towards
pins. It was at the same time I had my epiphany of our movement that I
ceased my overly loud confused screaming, and noticed a joy.