Coolest Dream Ever

OK, it's 4:30am but I can't sleep because I keep reliving this dream and adding to it and I don't want to forget it so I'm writing it now.

So it's around Christmas and apparently my mom is doing some renovations on our childhood home (the one we haven't lived in since I was twelve- side note- why is it always my childhood home and never the other homes?). She has hired a new contractor because the old one was incompetent who advises all the things that should have been done/suggested before. Even suggesting we change the guard at our house to not being one guard all night (because the guy fell asleep in 3 hours) but to three guys working 3 hour shifts. Now it would make sense if these guards were guarding the outside of the house while we were living with friends or a hotel or something but yeah no that's not happening. Apparently, my mom had a baby-gate set up to her room (but there was no wall to put a baby-gate there in real life...) to leave something out? or leave something in? Not entirely sure. What I do know is that I woke up in the middle of the night and left my childhood room to find the baby-gate closed and our dog, Hunter (never had a dog named Hunter and this was not a German Shepard like the dog we did have), wanting to get in my mom's room. So I stood there for a second at the gate, looking at him, and let him in.
In my head I'm thinking "That stupid guard. I can't believe it! This time he isn't even here! Unbelievable!" As I'm thinking this, I'm trying to turn the backstairs light on, but I keep flipping the switch and it isn't working. (this is also in the wrong spot of my house...) I keep trying it and it's not working and in the dream I'm wondering if I've forgotten which light works for the backstairs. All of a sudden, a flash of a man runs out of my mom's room, through the baby-gate and down the stairs. And that's when it all clicks and I yell the ever appropriate and the ever clever remark "Yeah, you better run!" Then a second flash goes by that I think is a man.
Soon after that, I go into Mom's room, yelling "Can you believe that?!" and so forth.
Mom's in bed and goes "It's okay." Probably trying to tell me she's okay because she was asleep and is still groggy and, of course, in shock.
"Okay?! Look at this room!!" And it was true, there was junk all over the floor, things turned over; who knows how Mom slept through this.
I start going down stairs on the back stairwell, without light, and see the place is trashed while continuing to yell up to Mom while only for second thinking I might wake up Stacey and Lesley. I see he didn't touch Christmas presents (yes, robbed on Christmas Eve no less) and go to the back door that, as I go through it, becomes the front door. I call Hunter over and there he is still in the yard, all yippy and excited, knowing he did a good job. I of course praise him immensely and you can tell he wants a treat. Problem is, I don't think we have treats. Apparently our dogs (yes, there was another one) don't do much that warrant treats.
And that's where the dream ended.
So I'm thinking the guard did it.
Also, why this dream is interesting, it's the first time the layout of any of the places my dreams are staged has been wrong. The layout is usually the only thing that makes sense, believe it or not, but this time little things were wrong, like the back wall where the backstairs were being beside my parent's room which held up the baby-gate and the light i tried turning on, or the backyard having the front door view (actually this isn't that weird.) What was weird is that the tree was in the wrong spot! It was next to the TV stand instead of in the diagonal corner.
And then there was the backdoor. I don't think there was even a door there. At least I didn't until I started trying to figure out what was there. And now I'm thinking there might have actually been a door there that we just rarely used. And now I'm thinking we the Christmas tree there once.. and now I'm questioning everything! Except the backstairs- that's totally the wrong spot.