"I don't know" to the first two questions. The third question is for you to answer not me.

One time in the early evening, a group of other kids came across the state line and asked me who I was. I had never seen them before. I told them the name my parents gave me and they said that wasn't my name and kept asking me who I was. They kept saying, "what is your real name?". This went on until I made up a name and they were satisfied enough to leave. I had an odd feeling that I knew these kids from someplace else. It was a weird experience.

Science Fiction was what I naturally read. One day I liked a story I had read so much, I wanted to read it again. After looking through my small library of books I had read, I couldn't find the story. I had to conclude I must have dreamt it. This going to other worlds while in dream continues to present time, often I get tired and sit down to nap, then go to "God knows where", for an hour or two. And I dream the whole of the time, not just an accelerated period of time the scientists say we dream at. Every once in a while I return to the same places, and get updates on what happened there in my absence.