To me, Dreams can't Exist.

Every so often, I get asked the typical, "what do you want to do with your life?" question.
Trouble is, I can't answer them without being scoffed at. Being me, everything I envision doing in the future involves mere tasks that involve no usage of the brain. It's a given, I like to do things that don't involve thinking too hard.

I want to be a pastry chef: I'm good with designing details, but how can I support myself in the future?
I want to be an interior designer: I'm great with colors and am good at just designing, but anyone can say the same.
I want to be a make-up artist: I like playing around with make-up for other people, but that job can't last long.
I want to be a cosmetologist: Since I have pretty bad skin, I want to help others. But how can I do that when I can't even fix my own?
I want to be a psychologist: I'm decent at helping people with their problems, and thinking realistically, but anyone can do that.
I want to be a veterinarian: I love dealing with animals, but I'm allergic to cats, and how could I stick a needle into a puppy?
I want to be a piercer/tattoo artist: I'm fond of them, but I can't be responsible of fucking someone's body parts up
I want to have my own clothing line: I'm okay at drawing/thinking of t-shirt ideas, but I suck flat out at Adobe Illustrator, and who would buy my shit?

Pretty much, my dreams are a bunch of shit. Of course, I do want a secure future, and a stable lifestyle where I don't have to constantly fret over financial issues. Everything I want to do, is just silly dreams. Dreams that haven't been thought thoroughly about. I need to think realistically, and put all these wishful-thinking dreams behind me, regardless of the whole "follow your dreams" bullshit.