My Awful Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was drunk driving with my mom in the passenger seat. I was driving through a neighborhood at night and I hit a dog. I finally stopped after going another couple of blocks and we got out of the car. My mom was encouraging me to just get us home. I asked, shouldn't we go back and see whether the dog is still alive?

My dreams often reveal things that I'm stressing about or I can find some other meaning in them somewhere. I love animals and would never just keep driving if I were to hit a dog, and I haven't driven drunk since my early twenties. I think this dream must have been just random firings of synapses.