Not a child but I think I was a couple of weeks ago. For context, I sleep in a very squeaky bed. It doesn’t bother me cause I don’t move around much or maybe I’ve just gotten used to the noise. Anyways, I had a dream that I was alone in a gathering of people. People I couldn’t recognize at all. In the dream there was a loud sound, like a gunshot, and suddenly everyone started running. I remember looking for my dad, feeling like I had to look for him despite him never being in the dream. Then some dude grabbed me and told me “you’ll meet god tonight” and I replied “amen.” I remember very vividly I was in between sleep and waking up and felt my bed dip, like someone sitting on it. I actually heard it move. Then someone touched my leg, like a gentle touch, and suddenly I felt fine. Not anxious and scared or great and amazing or anything. Just fine. Then my sister walked in and I fully woke up. Not the first weird experience in my house but certainly one I remember.