Moment of cellphone nightmare zen

I had a panic dream over the weekend in which I was stuck in a scene of apocalyptic chaos, trying to call for help on a cellphone — but I couldn't place the call because the keypad was badly designed. Each key was flat and inoperable, and would not respond. The numbers were all mushed together, and they shrank as I struck the keys, frantically trying to dial my mom or 911 or Batman, in alternating sequences, over and over. The keypad panic feeling was the same as when you're being chased in a dream and you run and run and run but you're still in the same place. Then I woke up.