Raskalnikov and His Nightmare

Ok, so in chapter V, part I, of Crime and Punishment, Raskolnikov has a nightmare. "His legs suddenly grew heavy, and he began to feel a powerful inclination to sleep. He turned back in a homeward direction: but when he reached Petrovsky Island he stopped in complete exhaustion, wandered off the road into the bushes, collapsed into the grass, and fell asleep that very same instant." He got in this state with the help of vodka. " It was a very long time since he had drunk vodka, and it had an instant effect on him, even though he had only had one glass."
So when he collapses he immediately has this bizarre nightmare. He was seven years old again, and he was taking a walk with his father on a holiday. It was during the evening, and it was overcast and humid. So he and his father walked past a very large drinking house, and there was a crowd gathered in front, as there always was, and it was filled with profanity, yelling, and laughter. Apparently there was some horrible singing, and frequent fighting as well. When they passed any place like this, Roskalikov, would always press close to his father, because he was trembling all over, from fear.
As they passing this particular drinking house, the was a strange cart in the front it. This was a very large cart that was used for transporting wine barrels and other goods, and it required some strong, brawny cart horses, due to the fact that it was so heavy. Yet on this cart, there was a single, small, greyish peasant jade. This was the kind of horse that would most likely overstrain itself with a load that big, yet it was still harnessed to the cart. He had seen this before, the poor beast would overstrain itself, almost to death, and the cruel muzhiks, the drivers, would take out their knouts and beat the life out of the poor animal, because its burden was too much to bear, and it was moving too slow. The sight of this would make Raskolnikov feel so sorry, that he would almost cry, and his mother would take him away from the window, through wich he was watching.
A young, fat, drunk muzhik, by the name of Mikolka, came stumbling out of the house, and insisted that everyone get in the cart, and he would take them somewhere. But people thought he was crazy, such a small filly would never be able to bare such a great load. And this tiny filly was about 20 years old already, which made it even weaker. Yet, Mikolka insisted that they still get inside, he would beat the horse if he had to. So the crowd laughed and thought great sport of this all. Six lads and a fat lady piled in the cart, but there was room for more. Two of the lads also picked up knouts, and joined Mikolka in flogging the horse. The poor beast skidded and whined, and pulled with all of its strength, but it was not able to more the cart at all. This put Mikolka into a raging frenzy and he flogged the horse even more, believing that he could make her gallop.
Some kind people to him to stop, but he said that he would do as he pleased, that was his horse, he owned it. Someone in the cart cried out for a song, so the people started singing. The horse started kicking its back legs in a futile attempt to make Mikolka stop beating it. Two more lads came from the crowd with knouts and they beat it on its flanks, one on each side. At the horses last breath, it started kicking again. Mikolka dropped the knout and took out a cart shaft, and beat it even harder. She sank to her hindquarters, but immediately got back up. "Mikolka was in a frenzy of rage because he was unable to kill it with one blow." So he took out an iron crowbar, and beat her with all of his might. She tottered after the first blow, and tried to give another tug, but after the second blow, she fell to the ground.
"'Finish her off!' Mikolka shouted" and some other red-faced lads ran from the crowd, picked up whatever they could, and joined in beating the dying creature. "Mikolka stood to one side and began to beat her on the spine with the crowbar at random. The jade stretched her muzzle forwards, uttered a heavy sigh, and died." Raskolnikov ran up to her and kissed her bloodied muzzle, and her lips. His father told Rasolnikov that they were leaving and going home now. " 'They're drunk, they're up to mischief, it's none of our business, come on!' his father said. He flung his arms round his father, but his chest felt so tight, so tight. He felt he wanted to draw breath, to scream, and he woke up."
Raskolnikov was shocked by this horrible nightmare. " 'Thank God it was only a dream!' he said, settling down under a tree and taking a deep breath." This nightmare occured from the fact that he had a fever, and that he was about to take an axe to the head of the pawnbroker. He was about to murder someone.
I personally think that in the dream, the horse represented the pawnbroker, and that Mikolka represented the evil side of Raskolnikov. He felt sorry for the circumstances that the horse had to endure, and he hated Mikolka, his inner, evil side. His mind portrayed how he truly felt on the inside about this whole plan, he truly hated it, but he felt that it must be done. Much like the fact that Mikolka was determined to make the horse bare the very large load. It was an inner struggle shown in the form of a vivd, horrible, nightmare.