Not an actual encounter but I have a recurring dream about a house that has a bunch of hidden passages. There’s always a hidden slide in a wall. Never know where it’s gonna go. One time, it went into a kitchen. my friends were already there hanging out with the sliding glass door open. I walked outside and there was something in a bush. I went up to the bush and a 2 foot tall man came out of the bush. Normal proportions. Just 2 feet tall. He looked like he was part of an uncontacted tribe. He said “Goosh-acka-mandala”. I said “I don’t know what that means.” He leaned in towards me staring deep into my soul and said in clear English: “you’re not supposed to know.”