I was being carried to my bedroom in the middle of the night. I was four. I could see the hallway ceiling above me, and whomever was carrying me there were very little, like me. There were four of them- two at my shoulders, the other two at my ankles. They tucked me into bed, pulled the covers up to my neck, and i fell asleep.
In the morning, i woke up and asked my mother for a band aid. She asked me why and i said i needed it for my belly button because "they" told me that i couldn't touch it, or it would get infected. She said that was so silly, as i must have had a strange dream. I begged her to please give it to me, so she finally went to the bathroom and got one and put it on for me. I looked down to make sure that it covered it completely. Satisfied, i went to the kitchen for breakfast, and nothing was ever spoken about this incident ever again.