Oh and don't know if it is significant - but it is clear so it might be something:
The people that were drinking the champagne in the drive, stood there zombie like... not happy or sad, friendly or angry. Just existed. The carrots were there for the taking, that I knew, but I felt quite exposed collecting the carrots. I felt as if these people could see straight through me. They were creepy, but completely normal figures. I felt as if I were on another plane and these people were real souls.