I have experienced such a state a few times, spontaneously. The world slows down and so does my movements. My consciousness withdraws to a space where thoughts cannot come, and I sense everything, every movement in reality from a thousand miles away.
In other words: I know what's going to happen long before I could possibly 'know' it in any ordinary sense of the word.
Something like this is also, in a way, what seperates the great philosophers from the ordinary ones, though in quite different, perhaps thoughtful way: The true philosopher are always a thousand thoughts ahead of what he is actually saying at any given time. He already knows what's to be said for and against every word, every phrase - and from this immediate knowledge of what's to come, the infinite for's and against's, he chooses the exact words that he does.
He isn't blinded by what's to be said for his words, nor is he discouraged by what's to be said against. He just knows the balance.
Which is why true philosophy has such longevity. Plato never gets old, for example.