I was riding my bike from a shop home. The streets weren't quite the same as in real life. There was a large dirt road leading up to a house with an overgrown garden and a tyre swing in a tree that looked a bit like a willow. As I started riding up the hill it got steeper and steeper. Near the top I got off my bike, pushing it up, then I clung onto the top of the hill as the steepness increased. Suddenly the section of dirt I was holding on to peeled away like a sheet on a mattress that had been turned on its side. I was propelled back to the bottom of the hill, still holding a sheet of dirt as it peeled away from the ground.
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