I had a terrible dream last night.
I dreamt I put a dog... a white shitzu specifically... into the oven because it liked to be warm.
After it had been in there a while, I kinda got the feeling it was wrong to do it so I opened the oven door and the dog keeled over, open eyed and died.
Then the pangs of guilt and the "oh what the fuck was I thinking" hit me and I wanted to cry, but that did not help, and there was nothing I could do to turn back time.
Then I woke up.