I'm walking around in my old neighborhood, running down my street. I was in a hurry to get to a specific place. On my way I noticed the streets were pretty crowded. There were people coming and going, and soon I started to notice several cosplayers among the crowd. Yet, I went on running, but as the crowd thickened, I had to slow down. As I did, my body pulled back, as if I was braking a car. I noticed a cute girl who was cosplaying Ramona Flowers, from the Scott Pilgrim series. I passed her by, though.

The crowd ahead was too thick for running, so I did what I could to stop - I jumped. If before I was running inhumanly fast, so did I jump. I went up several feet in the air, over the heads of the crowd, landing safely by the sidewalk on an empty spot. There was an old woman near me, and when I landed, even though I didn't touch her, she fell  on the ground. She didn't seem to be hurt at all, as she fell down "sitting", but since she was old I was worried she might have hurt something. I ask her if she's OK, then notice there were other old women who fell along with her. They all ignore me and help each other back up. They're apparently fine. Hmm. I walk past them, deciding to leave before anyone blames me for their fall.

A few meters ahead there was some kind of stage where a machine (?) presented this puppet show. A large group of children were sitting on the ground, watching it with interest. The stage and children were in the middle of the sidewalk, so I had to walk around them, to the left, to get past them. Something goes awry, though: the machine bursts into flames and explodes. The children start to panic, but I'm just standing around and watching, calmly. Next to me is this woman who was apparently the mother to one of the kids. She went on saying how unsafe that whole thing was. Strangely, though, the two of us were calm and completely detached to the whole situation, as if we were commenting on, say, a napkin that fell on the floor, rather than flames and explosions a feet away from us.

As we kept our blasé demeanor, the machine/stage burned to the ground, leaving back a structure made of wood and metal. It looked like a medieval war machine. There were these giant arrows on it. Right after most of the surrounding parts burned down, most of the arrows (8, 9 20 inches long thick metal arrows) shot past us, closely missing. Yet that didn't do anything to our moods. We commented on how it was dangerous, and so on. A last arrow remained on the machine. It shot past us, again narrowly missing, but it turned around  and kept swaying back and forth to hit us. We dodged by moving slightly around, but that didn't seem to bother us either. I decide to leave, and continue walking.