Ha. Just had a day last week where it was like I was drivin through a comic book. Everyone was caricatures of themselves. It's distracting, and annoying, although not as dangerous as when everything gets surreal.
The caricature thing tends to happen in my life when my brain is trying to find what's out of place, trying or organize and sort something that's wrong, that I can't quite put my finger on. It sees something/someone, slots it into "male/brash/annoying", or "frazzled mom", or "construction worker" "cop" "dog walker". Everything my brain writes off as harmless, from street lights to people, gets this half assed designation.
The surreal thing, otoh, happens when I'm getting ready not to care who dies as long as I get from point A to point B.