I was in my living room. It was really dark and I could barely see my mother, who was on the other side of the room. I wanted to show her something I'd done, but I went to wash my hands first, and when I came back, she was leaning backwards over the back of her chair in a physically impossible position (because if you lean over too much in that chair, it'll tip over).
Anyway, I knew something was wrong, so I tried to stop, but my feet wouldn't obey. So I realized I was having a nightmare and forced myself to wake up instead. I opened my eyes and found myself in my bed. I went to my mom to tell her about this dream, and she put her hand on my head, rubbing the top of my head with the tip of her finger as I told her the story.
When I was finished, she said something, but I can't remember what it was. I then realized that she had been steadily pushing harder, and harder, and harder on my head, and I knew I was in another nightmare. So I did my forced wake-up again, and this time I made sure I was awake by pinching myself hard.
The freaky thing was, I could still feel where my nightmare-mom had been rubbing my head.