Today I was thinking back to some odd occurrences from my childhood and I remembered that I had very vivid memories of playdates at an apartment with a young boy about my age. The strange thing is that I know it never happened in real life. No one in my family ever took me to an apartment and the boy seems to have been someone who "lived in my mind" if that makes sense. I'm guessing this is connected to my trauma and dissociation--some form of extreme escapism I guess? I genuinely thought it was real as a kid, the playdates felt quite real. Has anyone else experienced something like this?