I just woke up from a dream where the treehouse in my backyard ( RIP ) was some kind of government headquarters and there were groups of people taking turns listening through straws to see if they were the chosen ones . meanwhile , while waiting for my turn I was walking through my backyard finding hella quarters . Like , hundreds of dirty quarters were just strewn about my backyard .

Question: Why does the narrator 's story seem so bizarre ?
Answer: They are rambling .They are mentally unstable .None of the above choices .They are on drugs .