Dreams are pure creation. I dream things that I have never experienced in real life. They are pure mystery and chaos that my conscious mind puts into stories. I dream in many different formats. I have dreamed comic books, movies, plays, or just like real life. I have dreams that bits and pieces of them come true, and never in any way that I could use them to predict the future.
There is something very seductive about dreams. They draw me in and fascinate me. If I am in the middle of a vivid dream and I am wakened, I get a feeling of almost grief at the loss of the dream or the feeling of a dream. Often dreams are just feelings or images that cannot be explained by words and have no context with the waking world.
A good daydream is not quite as good as a dream. Daydreams are like stories I tell myself. And, because I am telling myself, I can use imagery that is powerful for me and condense the parts that I am already familiar with. I am playing to an audience that really gets me, so no lengthy explanations are necessary. You can’t use a daydream for public use without creating your world to explain it. When I was growing up I lived in daydreams almost as much as the “real” world. It is one of the things that I really miss, but I like the real world I inhabit much more now.