busy night and weird dreams

Last night was a rough night for Charlie. He normally wakes up at night between 1-3 am (but surprised us one night by sleeping until 5am!). It seemed like a normal evening when i awoke to him crying at 2 am. I got up nursed him and put him back in his crib. It was odd because he usually is very tired and goes right back to sleep. But last night he didn't. He cried and cried. I went back at 2:30am held the binki in his mouth and waited for him to fall back asleep. But his eyes were wide open. I went back to bed and aloud him to cry some more. Andy got up at 3:00am to comfort and help him get back asleep. He tried various things but once he laid him back in his crib it was back to crying. Finally by 4:00am i nursed him again and finally he was back asleep in his crib.
What a long night! But what made my night longer was my weirdo dream. During all of this night waking or maybe after, my dreams were exactly the same situation. Charlie was crying but so was Dean! (Dean is baby boy #2, i'm not announcing anything, but when our next boy comes it will be Dean). In my dream, Andy was in the room comforting the boys. Then i took my turn. I went into the room and found Charlie rolling all over the floor playing with toys. Dean was on the bed with a bunch of toys too. I was furious! Not only could Dean easily fall off the bed but it was night time and both should have been in their cribs trying to sleep. I grabbed one of the useless toys and stormed toward Andy yelling. I was so angry that he allowed the boys to be playing with the toys in the middle of the night. The toy that i was holding got a piece of my mind and i tore that plastic thing a part, piece by piece. Then i remember feeling guilty for doing it because the toy was one of Andy's favorite toys from his childhood.
Talk about weird dream. I was happy when the sun rose and all these things were now behind us.