Beck'y Diary. DON'T READ!!!!

Dear Diary,

Today is July Twelfth. Okay, so I had the weirdest dream last night!
I was lying a a cold metal bed, I could feel a thin blanket covering me. It felt like it was made of the same stuff that shower curtains are made out of. Like vinyl or plastic or something.
IDK.
But anyway, I'm lying there and these bright lights are facing down at me. Like I'm on an operation table, and the faces that're looking down at me are really long. Like a really long triangle, with two big black, shinny eyes staring down at me. There were three of them, two on my right and one on my left.
I heard beeping, and sizzling sounds all around me and the way the sounds bounced off of the walls it made me think that the room was pretty small. I couldn't see too much from the glare of the lights, other than the three faces, but I could swear I heard them talking.
They were talking about my teeth.
I couldn't really hear any details [my ears weren't really working I guess, and it was kind of like I was listening underwater] but I could pick out the words tooth and baby. I felt cold metal in my mouth clanking against my back teeth. I could feel them tapping with pointed hooks against my gums, but it didn't really hurt.
Now diary, I know it was only a dream; but ever since I watched "Darkness Falls" with Jonathan a few years ago on Halloween, I've always been afraid if The Tooth Fairy. I think this might be a way of my brain telling me I'm crazy, or that I should confront my fear of The Tooth Fairy.
IDK, Diary.
Eye.
Dee.
Kay.
Diary.
And the really crazy part, Diary, was I didn't really remember my dream until I woke up, walked in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I was missing one of my back teeth.
Diary, what should I do?
Well, I guess I'll go to the dentist in a few days, until then I think I should go take a night on the town, you know? To take my mind off of things.

-Sir Jestro