What followed must be what the Internet would look like if it were brought to life on the streets of a suburban neighborhood.
They passed by a super muscular man in colorful tights who flexed and posed for a moment, admiring his body. Then, he lifted up a car and chuckled as he held it entirely over his head seemingly effortlessly. He set the car down a little roughly, leapt up into the air, and flew off into the fog... off to save the day, perhaps.
They passed a supermodel, the absolute definition of beauty, wearing the most expensive and fashionable clothes. She strutted along past them as if on a runway, looking fabulous. Every 10 feet her outfit morphed into a new configuration, along with her hair and accessories, mercurially transitioning through every conceivable style in search of total perfection.
They passed a small girl playing with toys, a pair of dolls in an elaborate dollhouse. That seemed normal enough, only the dolls were moving by themselves and complaining in small voices as she clutched their tiny toy bodies in her hands. They were demanding that their daughter turn them back to normal. The girl just giggled at her silly doll parents as they pleaded with her and kept on playing with them.
They passed a man with a giant penis. Or, you might say, they passed a giant penis and balls with a man attached to the end of it. The shaft was at least 20 feet long and as thick as a tree trunk. An endlessly spurting torrent of cum erupted from it again and again like a pulsing fire hose. Carrie was careful to step around the growing pond of semen that was forming under it. The man appeared to be enjoying the experience to the point of paralysis. His body hung limply at the base of the genitalia.
They passed a giant naked woman. She stood at least 60 feet tall. Each step she took shook the ground and left a deep foot print crater the size of a small car. Pavement was pulverized beneath her weight as were wooden fences and even the back side of one car. Above her proportionally oversized breasts, they could see her smiling. She was enjoying seeing the world crushed beneath her weight. They moved on quickly as she started to dismantle a house with her bare hands.
They passed fantasy creatures: unicorns, elves, fairies, Hollywood monsters of all varieties, aliens, and even one small purple and green dragon, puffing pink smoke.
They passed impossible, newly-renovated homes: mansions that would make a French prince jealous, 10-car garages filled with priceless cars, pink princess castles, tree-house-like apartment buildings, floating spaceships, fiery pits of doom, haunted mansions, foreboding caves of mystery, small oceans with crashing waves, and giant flowers of every possible color (and some impossible ones as well).
It was a wonderland and a wasteland, like a dream lost in a nightmare. Navigation by landmarks or road signs was becoming difficult. Still, there was the road to follow in the middle of it all leading deeper into the fog of possibility.
Todd pointed the way and Carrie kept walking.