SuperOhm

I had been flying around in a lucid dream for a while. I was really just exploring the world I found myself in. It was bizarrely fantastic. The proportions of things were all over the place. Mostly things were much larger than they had any business being. It was also packed with people. I remember thinking to myself "this is quite the interesting lucid dream I'm having" and that's when I remembered the task of the month.

I turned around on this busy street and asked the first person I saw, a young woman with short curly red hair, "This might seem a little strange, but I'm having sort of an existential crisis. What would you say is the meaning of life?"

At first I couldn't understand her one-word answer, so I asked her to repeat herself. She leaned forward and said "Drive. The only thing that gives life meaning is finding at least one thing which really drives you. Something which so consumes you that you are compelled to do it. Something you cannot deny."

A passerby heard our conversation, a little brunette with dwarfism, "I couldn't help but overhear what you two were talking about and I totally agree. Even Zombies seem to behave with purpose. They have a hunger they cannot deny which causes them to pass on their traits, in this case zombism. Now, they didn't choose that purpose, that purpose chose them, but now we, we have that choice don't we?"

At this point the two girls started talking to one another about things I couldn't understand. I think they were mentioning groups of people they were having trouble with and rattling off names. I sort of realized that I must be in the faery world for all of this stuff to be so fantastic.

The brunette then said something to the effect of "you know, you're right. I've got something I've got to take care of." She then blew a small clear whistle, but no sound came out. I then heard what sounded like rattling, tapping, and scraping all in impossible rapid fire and so fast that the doppler effect was warping their tone. She rose one leg under which several corgi's carying various supplies ran under until the largest one came winding through the crowd with blinding speed to stop just under her. She plopped down, grabbed hold of the harness it was wearing, and was gone in an instant.

I thought to myself, "I have to tell Sherrina" (my roommate) and woke up.