Dreamed I was the one calling for help

In the dream I'm on the other end of the line. I can't get the words out — my mouth is full of something thick, like cotton. And the dispatcher on the other end has my voice. Calm, steady, saying 'I'm here, take your time.' I woke up feeling like I'd finally heard myself the way callers must hear me. Weird how our brains flip the script like that.