I used to believe…
...that I had seen an alien ship one night while my parents were driving us home one night, and that it had followed us for awhile, and that it had transfered to me the ability to leave my body behind, in the bed while I slept, and hover above the earth, traveling back over places I had seen from the ground, except that I was then able to look down on them from above. I also used to believe, that while I was out traveling, that I could see things that I had not seen in the past, and a few glimpses of things that I would soon see. Most of the time, it would require that I travelled to these places / times repeatedly, until I could remember them after I woke up.
This ended, for the most part, upon a return trip one night, when I awoke at the bottom of the stairs, laying on the floor of the living room of my house, (my bedroom was upstairs, the living room was downstairs.) Thinking that I was on my way back out for another flyby of the place that I frequently went to, I had apparently returned to my body, and instead of levitating down the staircase, I had fallen down, and landed on my face, causing my bottom incisors to cut through my bottom lip.
I eventually learned to better control and govern what I dream about, unfortunately, and it's been a very long time since I have visited the future.
