Dream About Suffocating Boy In Room

In this specific dream my mother and i went to visit her friends house, but had ended up staying the night. I don’t know specifically what friend it was, but it didn’t feel unusual because growing up we’d often spend the night at other peoples houses. If anything this dream was feeling very nostalgic. Anyways, i remember being shown to the room where i’d sleep. I also remember immediately getting into bed, and just laying there. i don’t know i just started staring off at the ceiling as my eyes got heavy, but just before falling asleep i turned to my right side and i noticed a twin size bed (same as mine) i for some reason didn’t notice before. I also hadn’t noticed the boy already sleeping in said bed, but for some reason i shrugged it off as this room being his and him probably being the son of my moms friend. I wasn’t too bothered by this because it wasn’t that unusual of an experience for me. After that i closed my eyes ready to doze off, but then all of a sudden i felt this awful sensation of fear fall over me as i felt arms wrap around me. I started to panic, but i couldn’t move out of fear of whatever was embracing me. I remember hesitating but eventually deciding to open my eyes, and as i had thought it was the boy who was previously laying on the bed across from me. I don’t know why but for some reason i had told myself that he would leave eventually so i decided to close my eyes and wait the whole thing out. This is where i realized how wrong i was. No, the boy didn’t leave but instead squeezed tighter and tighter to the point where i was losing air and was struggling to breathe. As i was suffocating i was trying to fight him off just to get him to loosen his grip even just a little bit. while this was all going down i had somehow realized i was dreaming, so i tried to imagine myself in a different setting. I tried to picture my bedroom, and after doing that i had gotten myself to transfer ig?? to my own room. oh yes my room, my room without the murderous boy, my room without the feeling of intense suffocation. Except i was wrong….the feeling of suffocating was still there. Yes the boy may have been gone but not this heinous feeling, so i tried a different approach. This time i tried to actually wake myself up, because if i didn’t it felt as if i could actually die. I didn’t wake up though…not until i heard my mothers voice call my name. i remember hearing her whisper-yell come from outside my bedroom door. i woke up immediately upon hearing my name and i looked towards my bedroom door, but there was no one there. That night i was the only one home….you see my mom worked the night shifts at her job during that time. I’ve been thinking about this more lately, and i realized something creepy. the voice that called out my name that night said my legal first name….my mom rarely calls me that, and most (if not all) of the time she’ll use a nickname to address me. i’ve come to the conclusion that it might’ve sounded like my mom, but it was definitely something else that woke me that night.