Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

Last night I had another dream.
I was back at Disneyworld. But it was more of a carnival than a theme park. We were all students, a bunch of young adults like myself and I, and we were working on our final projects. Cory was there too. In fact, he finished his final project and wanted me to test it out.
It was a ride. Kind of similar in genre to the Who Framed Roger Rabbit ride at Disneyland, or to Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. But there were no cars to ride around in, as it was a walk-through ride. All I remember was that it was a scary ride, with lots of fire effects and zombies and I vaguely remember seeing a person hanging by a noose in the background.
I looked down and I found a fish. A little red Betta fish that was "swimming" along ahead of me. I picked it up and it was the weirdest thing, I didn't need water to swim, it just sat in my hand.
Later in my dream I went to go and try to donate plasma. But they wouldn't let me because I'd had sex with a guy who'd had sex with another guy sometime since 1977. So I lied, and then they called my parents. My dad, stepmom, Preston and CalleeJo came to the plasma center and sat on the couches with me. My youngest sister Jenica wasn't there. And they wouldn't talk about her. It's like they didn't know who she was and she never existed.
Well in the end the fish turned out to be Cory and I have no idea why. ...weird.