A few nights ago I dreamt Marty and I saw an old friend of ours. During the the whole visit with this friend I was really bothered because he looked so different, yet I couldn't figure what was different about him.
A few hours after I woke up it finally struck me like a cooking pan to the head.
He had hair.
In real life our friend has been almost completely bald on top, the whole time we've known him.
I find it so odd that my subconscious decided to put hair on his head. Until that dream, I had never thought of him with hair in the entire 10 years we've known him.