i am standing near this small railroad bridge. to the sides and underneath it, it's full of weeds but it's not cold, nor hot. it doesn't look like there's temperature.
There are some studies being done, with the device aboard the slowly passing locomotive above. Seemingly after a while, i am finished and the locomotive goes away without me, but the device is compelled to stay on the tracks.
Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of fear comes over me and i hide under the tiny bridge, underneath which is full of weeds and darkness and i stand still.
On this single set of rails, a train is coming, the sound is deafening and the racket it's making is unbelievable and it makes me want to do nothing but stand still and hope they don't notice me.
As the seemingly neverending train keeps passing over me, as i am sitting under the rail looking up, and the train moving above me from the front to the back, i believe the madness is enough to cover my presence.
i breathe relaxed for a moment, but suddenly i see a hand reaching down between the rails, looking for something, possibly me, while a light shines from above.
The first time, i stand still, thinking that it can't reach me and it retracts, but then i know that the second time it will find me for sure.
Meanwhile, a second train approaches from the opposite direction and passes above me, both trains moving in opposite directions at the same time on this single track.
i feel safe for a moment, but then the light shines and i know they have found me.
i look to the side and i see an opening into the grey darkness and i dash for it.
For the first time ever, my speed is phenomenal. i run incredibly fast, even though every time i run, it feels like i am running through honey. This time i feel free.
i run fast above this dark grey fine powder that is caking the surface of this place. As i run, with this speed, the powder doesn't get disturbed, but the speed i am running at, is astonishing.
The thought that i could use the speed as a weapon comes to my mind and makes me twist mid air as i run, and expell all that energy into a kick that sends the behind me away and me into a balanced stop.
The light shines dimly into a semi-circle opening where i am standing. The powdery fine dust standing undisturbed with me in the middle.
i know there are 6 or 8 coming from the front. At this point i feel no fear and i am curious if the one from behind is coming back. The ones in the front are coming in the light and this time i am not running.