The Goldfish's Logbook

I have no interest in doing My Little Pony cosplay. Just because I had a long, vivid dream about being in a MLP cosplay group doesn't mean anything. And I'd like to think I could make better hooves than that.

I don't like dreams. Good ones or bad ones, it doesn't matter. I don't have nightmares, so they don't factor in. Basically I have two kinds of dreams: 1) where a need or desire is fulfilled. Like I get a beautiful girlfriend, or a sweet new car, or I can fly through the air, or I go to Japan, etc. 2) some twisted, depraved, ugly product from the bowels of my brain. I won't go into detail on this type of dream, but they usually involve death, desolation, and other silent horrors. The latter type of dream doesn't scare me, so it's not a nightmare. But one of those dreams will haunt me for the entire day, especially if it had some graphic imagery. And I feel bad all day, wondering, "That was some twisted stuff. Did I come up with that? What's wrong with me? That's unhealthy."
And the reason I don't like the good type of dreams, well for example, there was one where I got a cool, new motorcycle. I don't know how, but that was the gist of the dream. I forgot about the dream by the time I woke up, but I still had that happy, expectant feeling for some reason (like I really did have a red motorcycle waiting in my garage). So I go through my day, feeling especially happy and optimistic. Some hours later I notice my ebullience and ask myself, "Why are you so happy today?" To which I answer, "Because I got a brand new red motorcy- . . . Wait a minute, that was a dream! Dammit!" So I end up feeling bummed out for the rest of the day, not to mention stupid for being fooled so easily.
So that's why I don't like dreams. It's just your brain playing with you. And you can't win.
By the way, what prompted me to write this post was one of the latter types, albeit more mild. Background: a couple months ago, my tongue was exploring my mouth and found a new pothole. So whenever my tonge re-encounters it, I wonder, "Hmm, is that a new cavity or just a strange contour? Hmm." And after a few months of wondering, my subconscious must've had it and said, "You wanna know what it is? This is what it is!" and treated me to a dental horror show in the form of a dream. Those things didn't even look like human teeth, and supposedly they were mine. Colors you've never seen on teeth, and twisted, eroded shapes. Totally disgusting. So needless to say, I'll be scheduling a check-up at the dentist's pronto.