Or just other childhood friends...we had a friend Jason who swore he made it to a stage in Xevious where he fought a mothership in a cave complex...
I knew two kids on my street like this. Well, the second one told those kinds of stories when I happened to catch back up with him in high school.
The first kid, I remember him telling me there was this R-rated version of Xanadu that was more like a very weird, and dark, sci-fi scheme. (His dad had bootleg connections, and we saw all kinds of movies on beta before cable even came to town. Xanadu was one of them, and we were apeshit for it, the soundtrack, everything.) It was
really cool his ability to imagine these things and in such detail.
The kid in high school would tell me stuff about partying and his girlfriend and her car that she'd let him drive, and how they'd.....you know.....and I loved all of it. I figured he was full of ---steaming pile of meadow muffin---, but the entertainment value was so worth it.
Even more so with the first kid, cos it was an instrumental component in developing my own imagination and vision.