House broken into

I had been talking on the phone with my mother and she made some casual mention of my house being broken into but it was so casual that I didn't take her seriously.  The day was so busy that I didn't even think about it again.  Later in the afternoon I was with my father.  We were chatting for a while when he handed me his phone and told me to call "Stacy" who was programmed into his phone.  I supposedly knew this person but I couldn't remember who she was.  I was chatting with her and she told me that my house had been broken into.  I went into a complete panic and rage.  I was so mad that my parents had known all day and hadn't told me.  It was like they were trying to teach me a lesson about being more aware.  Then I absolutely lost it when I realized that my computer was going to be gone and that ever picture I had ever taken would be lost.  I remember screaming and crying and not being able to breathe.  I whipped the phone at my father just missing his head and I tore out of there knowing I would never talk to him again.  I got in my car that was parked outside the Mercier's house and peeled out around the corner onto Lake Street and immediately onto 5th street.  I pulled up to my house (the house I lived in from when I was 3-10)and saw that the front door was open.  I struggled to get the keys out of the car so I could get into the house but I woke up in a panic and out of breath.