Perhaps it is lame to report on a class 2 scramble, but the complete surrealness of the experience must be described in some forum. As I scrambled up the ubiquitous scree, I kept hearing voices, thought they were just in my head, though kept looking around for other humans. Whence lounging around on the summit, I heard the voices again...and then walking up from the west ridge, a pair of humans wearing nothing more than tank tops and boxer shorts. "What is this nightmare!", I exclaimed. They reported a 2 1/2 hour car to summit time. I was glad that they quickly disappeared, leaving me wondering why my subconscious would manifest boxer short clad climbers....I begin therapy this afternoon.