I only walked out a couple hours ago, but already all of it feels so unreal.

Nevertheless it does feel unreal somehow, a scene from a bad dream.

It felt real and unreal at the same time.

He couldn't put a finger on it, but the scene felt unreal.

I felt unreal, as if I was in a play.

I felt hungry and a little bit unreal, as though this were happening to somebody else.

Twelve hours later the whole situation felt even more unreal.

It felt so unreal, and yet the young man was real enough.

Feeling unreal, I tried to move, finding she'd let me turn to face her.

He went up the walk, nylon travel bag in one hand, feeling a little unreal.