[MENTION=22833]Legion[/MENTION]
Well, my dreams are in Spanish, and "cereal" sounds... well, not like "serial", so I doubt it has to do with that, and here we don't have cereal boxes with prizes inside. In my dreams, swimming in cereal as a tiny person, surrounded by "cornflake" waves is like a crunchy symphony because the box makes the souund resonate more.
Then, I hate simplicity. Even in spaces, I dislike minimal decoration. I like big spaces in the middle surrounded by lots of things. I'm kind of a hoarder (not the sick hoarders that store ear wax, I just have tons of I-may-need-this-someday), so almost empty houses, for example, makes me dislike the owner. In other cases, I like snarled, tangled, complex images, situations, scenarios. I'm the opposite of HSP.
Finally, sleeping is not the same as dreaming. Even if we could do all the things we wanted to in real life (which would be "dreams" as "hopes", not as "almost incomprehensible movies from our subconscious", so it actually makes no sense), we'd still need sleep for our body to work properly.
[MENTION=28184]Jellyfish1234[/MENTION]
I'm never chased in my dreams, though when I am, I crack their skulls open and run away, somehow I never feel attacked by people in my dreams. Nightmares are about landscapes or situations in which nothing is moving. Stillness makes me panic. For example, I once dreamt I was in a church, staring at a crucified Jesus, and the silence and humidity of the air, the brownish atmosphere, the dead guy in the cross, who looked like he was going to open his eyes in any moment, made me feel some kind of uneasiness I can't even explain, which is weird, because I like visiting churches. Another nightmare I remember is one in which I was in a forest, and leaves were falling from trees, swirling slowly down to the ground, and the hill I was in seemed to be spinning slowly. There were rays of sunlight making its way through the leaves of the trees, but they were subtle, dispersed, kind of when light comes through the window and you can see dust particles and coloured sweater fluffs floating around. The dream was so peaceful and joyful, but all of a sudden everything became still, and the leaves fell all at the same time to the floor making a bulky sound, and I woke up really worried. My dreams are difficult to interpret, haha
Oh, whenever there's a bathroom in a dream, there's trouble. I don't know why that is.
Ah, I daydream all the time, even while I'm reading books (I have daydreams about completely different things and I somehow manage to understand both stories). I don't keep a diary of daydreams because I turn them into novels (which is basically the same, only that I enhance the rational decisions the characters have to make).