I think I was too logical of a child to have anything imaginery, although I was very creative. I wanted an imaginery horse and would try to visualize one. lol I'd pretend I was walking down my street and one would magically appear. I kept thinking that if I pretended hard enough, it just might happen. :o)

I will take a wild guess that you also have "lucid dreaming" where it is very lifelike.

From the time I was 2 to about 5, I had imaginary/invisble playmate. My mother would see me all alone in a corner giggling or talking seriously with someone that she couldn't see. I could see him though: just a friendly old man.

Mom would ask me who I was talking to, and I'd tell her his name, either "George," or "Kincaid," but I always meant the same person.

"George who?" she persisted once when I was most often calling him that and attributing not only my conversations with him but anything mysteriously out of place in the apartment to him.

"Not Who," I corrected her. "Kincaid."

"George Kincaid?" she asked. I nodded. "Who is he?"

"He's another grandpa. A doctor. He works here."

We lived in an apartment adjoined to a clinic Vallejo, CA, that my parents cleaned at night. The apartment was part of their pay. It made perfect sense that I might have known one of the doctors, except that mom never saw him even when she pointed him out. She did eventually verify that he used to work there though... before he'd died a few years before we moved in.

When I was 3 or 4, my dad got a better job and we moved to a big pink house in a suburban neighborhood of Fairfield, CA, and my invisible companion, Dr. Kinkaid, came right along with us and still kept me company while keeping my mom jumpy.

Finally, when I was 5, there was a terrible accident at the Kaiser steel mill where my father worked - a man was crushed under a falling steel beam - and everyone was laid off. My father got a new job at Boeing in Everett, WA, and when we moved there, George didn't come along. I missed him. I thought of him as a perfectly real, tangible person.

So see? You're not the only one.

When I was a child I had an entire group of friends. I wasn't a lonely child, and I had *real* friends at school and in the neighborhoods that I lived in, but I always preferred the friends that no one else could see. The only time I would see them would be when I went out into the woods behind my house. There was an older woman, a little boy, little girl, and a younger woman. There were other children that would be around, but those were the constants. The were all dressed in civil war age clothing and spoke in proper English. The elderly woman would always offer me snacks and drinks, but I could never seem to get full off of them. :P It was fun. I never felt endangered or uncomfortable. I sometimes wish I could go back to them.

Today I believe they were spirits of people that died back in the woods.

this just might be out of the loop from a logical aspect.
but i do believe in what is called super natural
i read in a article that children do see or talk to what society will lable as imaginary . not saying that the imagination is not there
but we don't see what is really there.
my cousin seen sprits good and bad.
but the phenomon now is that there are aliens communitcationg with the children now.