today i took a long walk after work and eventually got to a basketball court in my neighborhood. There I saw a guy who looked exactly like a friend of mine who had died years ago (same hair, same height, same face) and he was straight ballin'. He was wearing clothing that i could imagine my dead friend wearing too. Even from behind before i saw his face i knew it was him but it wasn’t cause he’s dead. The weirdest part was that he was hot too and I don’t remember the friend being that hot. I guess it was like someone playing my dead friend in a movie but they make him look like 10 times better. His dad was also with him and it was a completely different guy than the dead friend’s dad. This guy’s dad was that sort of muscular fat that the kingpin in spider-man is and spoke with a Jersey accent (he asked me how my day was going: i said fine).
This whole situation genuinely felt straight out of a dream, because another person i knew from the same time i knew the now dead friend was also at the basketball court aswell. i didn't want to talk to him because though, I didn't know him well enough to say anything and he didn't recognize me. I know I’ve grown a beard but i still have the same face right?
also the lights at the courts were way too bright so everything looked weird. Night fell really quick too so i could only really see the court and the faces of friends i had in a past life


