I was playing cricket in the driveway with some neighbour-friends. There were three of us and each took turns to be bowler, batter, and fielder.
As an aside, I was quite a good cricketer when I was young and was eager to show my skills to my friends so when the ball was hit high and far over my head I ran as fast as I could to catch it.
I kept my eyes on the ball, head turned over my shoulder, impossible to see anything in front of me. After a second or three, I looked forward to get my bearings and as soon as I did the back of an old, metal bakkie (pickup truck I suppose) appeared out of nowhere.
I ran straight into it, face first. I remember looking down, through tears, at my hands where the blood pouring out of my mouth and pooling in my hands. The blood was flecked with a curious white substance that I later found out was half of my front tooth reduced to a fine powder.
This, to me, seems like the most correct answer. But only if what op describes is actually happening. If this is an entirely imagined scenario then probably that paranoia other have mentioned.
One loves to hear it.
I wonder if, when faced with total collapse, Putin will Ozymandias Russia for his own hubris. Will he fall from a window before then?
Fascinating! Truly a til for t.