I Thought My Bed Was An Ocean

This past Saturday night I had a nightmare. I was upset and desperately trying to get my mom's attention. I think I was a child back in Ohio. She had gone out for a walk with my Aunt Emily (who still lives nearby my mom in Ohio), and I called my mom's cell phone but my aunt picked it up instead of my mom. Emily told me that my mom could not talk right now, and I imagined my mom signaling to Emily to put me off, and Emily was in agreement. My anxiety and sense of desperate need increased, and so I came up with the idea that I could scream as if I was being attacked and then hang up the phone. Then maybe she would call or run home to me. But it didn't work. Then she was home and still ignoring, cold, and oblivious to me- busy with her own stuff and people. I thought that maybe if I hid this would also scare her and she would want to find me. I tried this but she did not come to find me, and I felt utterly hopeless. Then I was in the bedroom that I grew up in, and the bed was like a dark ocean. I thought that the ocean extended outside, and I felt so alone that I decided to walk out of the room and drown myself in the deeper part of the ocean. Once I tried to do this I realized that my bed was not an ocean, and that there was only the land of Ohio outside. There was no way to even kill myself. I woke up in terror.