Guilty conscience?

I had a dream last night. This may not seem odd to you, but you have to consider in the last ten years this is only the second dream I remember having.

It has to be by far the saddest dream I've ever had. I spent the entire dream trying to kill my dog. We, that is Jen and I, wanted to get a new dog, and the only way my father would let us is if we 'got rid of our other dog.' I don't know why my father was there, or what he had to do with anything. But we spent the whole dream trying to find humane ways to kill the dog. Everything from drowning it to trying a plastic bag. We spent an entire day in the dream doing this. Nothing we did worked. The dream finally ended with my brother in law Chris showing up with a shotgun to shoot the dog, it took 4 rounds of buck shot.

I woke up a 2am from this dream, and I was crying.

Even now thinking about it I start....