When I was very young I had a series of experiences that were super real dreams. I was sleeping in a crib and I saw my body leave my body (still in bed) and float through the door by my bed that went to the basement. I floated through the basement through the dirt wall and out into the backyard of our house. I floated over our backyard neighbor’s house and I sat down on the brick retaining wall in front of their house. I looked around in amazement at the night view. I floated back up and back to my bed. Another night I did the same thing except I started going from rooftop to rooftop of my neighbors and then went back to my bed. Another night it happened again but this time I looked around the neighborhood and started going higher in the air and I could see larger areas. Then I looked up into the sky to see the stars and I started going up higher and higher. Then the awe turned to fear. I felt like I was going to go so high that I would get lost in space. That fear made me go quickly back to my bed. I never had those experiences again. When I was a young adult I started reading about dreams and discovered the concept of astral travel. This is where the person’s “soul” leaves their physical body and travels out into the world but they are still connected by a sort of umbilical cord so that the spirit can return to the body. Is that what happened to me?

Dreaming?