dream or reality?

I had a dream last night that I had a complete nervous breakdown. It started out with me yelling at my kids, and shoving the older one around and really roughing her up and being out of control. I was trying to get them to clean up or something, but they were ignoring me and R wasn't helping. It involved me feeling ganged up on by everyone else who wouldn't see my point of view (a common theme) and ended with me crumpled on the floor babbling incoherently. I could hear myself in my dream, babbling and drooling. Like it was real. Or a warning or something-like a preview of what losing one's mind might feel like. It scared the shit out of me and I woke up. I was in the girl's bed, smushed in between them and didn't want to move for fear of disturbing them. When I did get up R was still in the kitchen and I guess it had been a busy night of bed hopping or I looked like I was stressed because he gave me a hug. I told him about my dream and it amused him in a sympathetic way-like look at my poor almost crazy wife.