I had the weirdest dream the other night. I found myself on a flat, smooth surface with a kind of checker board pattern on it. The segments were not quite square, they were more like segments of a ring. It reminded me of an oversize dart board. There was a tall pole located some distance away at the "bulls-eye" and I was tethered to it. My stomach rumbled; I was a bit hungry, but my curiosity was stronger... for now, at least. I was expecting a flag to be flying from the pole, but there wasn't one; nor could I make out any type of statue on top. If there was a plaque commemorating the large pole, I was too far away to see it. Looking off to my right revealed... not much. More checker board floor pattern and beyond that - just blackness. Not a McDonald's or Starbucks in sight - what an odd place this is. I swiveled to look behind me and promptly fell down when my feet unexpectedly slipped out from under me. Fortunately, I had a tight grip on my clipboard and my pencils were firmly clipped to my pocket protector. My knee was bruised and it took a few moments to recover my footing; the floor was slicker than snot on a doorknob. The struggle wasn't really worth it; the view behind me was much the same: checkerboard pattern floor as far as I could see and beyond - only blackness. I was wondering just how fast Jimmy John's could deliver me a sandwich when some noise caught my attention. I looked back to my left; there appeared to be three people waving their arms and motioning to me. Happy to see other people in this otherwise barren place I took a step toward them and once again found myself sprawled out on the floor. Cursing softly to myself and rubbing my sore knee, I used what traction I could find to make it over to them. After introductions and some small talk, I learned that Zack, Al, and Steve had all been here longer than I had and they had started theorizing about this "universe" that we found ourselves in. They were friendly and intelligent; pooling our resources, we found that Zack had a force gauge, Steve had a scientific calculator, and Al had some extra rope and an empty chinese takeout box. My stomach rumbled again. We were all tethered to the pole with roughly the same length of rope (give or take a few feet) Zack explained how they had been using the force gauge to measure the tension in each of the ropes; he had found that the tension was proportional to the mass of each person. Al mumbled something about an "anti-pole" force that was pushing us away from the pole. This seemed to agitage Steve and he launched a monologue about the "void", and something about dark forces and singularities. Al countered with his own argument - something about fields and tensors. I was trying to make sense of it when Zack pulled me aside. We slid some distance away (without falling this time) to leave the other two to their debate. Zack explained that he wanted to use the extra rope and the force gauge to take more measurements. One of them postulated that the force is proportional not only to the person's mass, but also to the length of their rope. This sounded crazy to me - a force proportional to the length of a rope? - but there wasn't much else to do and perhaps by taking more measurements we could bring some clarity to the currently competing theories. I agreed to be the test subject; we rigged up the test gauge and the rope. Zack slowly let out more line and I noted the force readouts. I was nearly at the end of my rope when a frayed portion snapped. Surprise gave way to pain as I fell yet again (why did it have to be on the same knee?); pain gave way to bewilderment as I realized that the checkerboard pattern was passing under me faster and faster. The others were yelling and frantically waving their arms as I slid further away from them; they also seemed to be moving to my right? Bewilderment gave way to sheer terror as the blackness of the void approached; I could see the edge, my end was near. My heart was racing as I fell over the edge and landed with a thud on a grainy, slightly squishy surface. Dirt? the void isn't a void, but is made up of dirt? I got up and brushed myself off; my clipboard was nowhere to be seen, at least most of my pencils were still accounted for - that was some small comfort. I stood for a while trying to make sense of my new situation when I saw my friends come into view somewhere off to the left - wait... weren't they moving to the right after my rope broke? They still appear to be moving to the right. Have I been launched into orbit? It was about this time that I had an epiphany... I could walk around without being tethered and without sliding like Bambi on ice! Thank God for friction! No, hold on, that was nice, but it wasn't my epiphany. Ok, here goes: what if I'm not in orbit, but rather the "dartboard" is rotating and I'm standing still? While standing on the dartboard we were trying to solve a statics problem (the sum of the forces equals zero); we were not moving in our frame of reference, so the rope had to be balancing some other unknown force. However, viewed from my new vantage point, it is a dynamics problem! (the sum of the forces equals mass times acceleration). The rope was exerting a force on us, causing us to accelerate around the pole. Then I woke up; my knee hurt from being in the same position too long and my stomach rumbled. I made my way to the fridge and assembled possibly the best ham sandwich ever.