"Oh." Fred blushed. She'd misunderstood the question, and she didn't like when she did that. It did happen all the time though. "I don't have one dream. There isn't one particular aspect that makes me me. I'm smart and often times happy. Definitely a little loony, but it's not one dream that makes me me. I want to find a way to understand the City, only that's been taken away because the City talks to us more now. Well, not me, but someone."
She glanced at him then watched the absinthe again. It was sort of like watching a fish tank. Maybe. If someone was going to dissolve something into the tank, and then drink it. She leaned forward a little to get a better look; it was a little fascinating. Then again, she found creating silver from silver nitrate fascinating. It was fun.
"I have a Fredness. Just like you have a Christianness, and we are more than our dreams. We are our nightmares, our sleepless nights, our tiny goals, our big goals, our loves, our very strong dislikes - hate is such an unpleasant word." She wanted to tap the glass, but she didn't. She just watched the sugar dissolve away.
"I wanted to solved the City. I thought it was all I could do; my friends kept leaving me, and I thought if I could do that, I'd make things better." She slid back again, just a little closer - the couch wasn't that big after all. "Only, someone else found a better way, sort of. Still testing theories on it. It was pointless, not really, but it wasn't that important. I changed what I should do. And you didn't come here to listen to get all personal, did you?" She smiled at him.
"What's wrong? That sort of question makes me think you've got something on your mind?" She knew if she had that sort of question, she'd certain had more on her mind.