unreal

The busy hostile world outside is mystifying and a little unreal.

Everything seems a little intense, vivid, almost unreal, but he seems not to notice.

Stiff cliched characters, unreal situations, and a bit too much autobiography.

This would, Summerscale points out, “render the moment of their intimacy at once real and unreal, a fact and a fiction.”

He put together an unreal show...every performer dedicated his or her music to Whitney.

Even as I looked I saw the features of a human countenance—and yet not human either, so spectral was it, so unreal and strange.

Her own like experiences seemed far away, unreal, and only half remembered.

It was all unreal, as unreal as the baseless fabric of a dream; and yet it was real, wondrously real.

The way seemed perfectly plain, and yet everything seemed intangible, unreal.

Hope had gone, dreams were unreal and vanishing as the mist that crawled along the bog-pools at night.