"Do you ever think living here is like a dream sequence?" he asked.
We were driving the gravel road in front of the lodge, on our way to town for an after dinner coffee. I smiled at the faces passing by my window, waving at some.
"Maybe you should clarify in case I don't understand," I said.
"Well, like now for instance, there are tons of people passing by, just going about their evening. But then suddenly there is a guy in only suspenders and swim trunks. And then two college students run by carrying pitchforks. Then a huge Viking'esque man with a substantial red beard rides by on a golf cart…transporting dolls. And somewhere nearby someone is blowing bubbles (just then they floated across our windshield)."
I giggled all the way to town.