Wherever your hands go you grasp fine dust and clods of dirt. You start to collect it. Using your arms like pushbrooms to pile up the substance. Obviously you can't see any of this happening but after a while you start to feel the dirt scraping at the bottom of your chin and soon afterwards you are covered in it you are drowning in the dust you piled up too much, you can't see or breathe, you try to swim but the fine substance offers insufficient resistance against your arms you sink.
Your lungs fill with dust, thicker and thicker, and