>>10 I´d say it counts.
When I was younger I lived in a rather dangerous area, nevertheless was often out when it was dark. Everytime I went along the dark streets all alone, I imagined myself having some supernatural power, with which I could fight my enemies. I already started believing in my strenght and when two wannabe-gangster wanted to steal my bag, I shouted weird magical spells at them in a language I had invented by myself (a mixture out of classical Latin and nonesense). They might have thought I´d be retarded, yet they fled without my bag.