I can't believe I forgot to tell this story:
When I was a little girl living back in Georgia, I was on the front porch with my big brother and his friend who was the same size and age of him at the time. (I'm 3 years younger than my brother).
I don't know what happened, or why, but while they were talking my mind instantly came to images of my brother's friend stealing my dad's watch (Of course he never did).
Again, I have no idea what happened and I'm not ruling it out as something paranormal, I'm generally a very agnostic person as it is, I'm only telling a story that genuinely happened to me - it was almost astral, my body was in a very comfortable state and I was looking down at myself. My body, whatever was happening whether it was me or something else controlling it was slamming this poor kid against our house repeatedly. The way it appeared was more like a vision, a movie and it was in a very dark orange-grey (murky orange) color. The entire experience felt comfortable, actually, until I came back into my body seconds later and I was terrified.
My mom went out to talk to him by this tree in our yard, little ways away from the house. I poked my head out to see him and he looked at me, he looked absolutely terrified. He never came over again nor did he want to see me ever again. When my mom came to talk to me I just cried. I honestly had no idea what happened and had absolutely no control over my own body.
Anyways, I did put research into it from both ends being paranormal research to more logical/scientific or medical research and came up empty, so. If anyone has any explanation, that'd be great.