Across the Lake

I was down by the edge of Lake Erie at a marina.  People were working on their boats.  One man was polishing his red sailboat and it was very shiny.  I looked out over the lake and I could see people across the water.  It appeared to be a family of four. They were very large and a little bit fuzzy in appearance.  Also they floated above the horizon like an optical illusion.  They waved to me and I waved back.  I turned to the man polishing his boat and he could see the people across the lake also.  Since the people across the lake waved I knew they could see us too.  I told the man polishing his boat that I had seen all the way across the lake before also.