Which is better?

I dreamt of a satisfying breakfast,
prepared with my own hands,
it was a wonderful land,
but difficult to breath in.

I daydreamed of a colorful lunch,
brimming with the smiles of friends,
surrounded by familiar furniture,
but I was distracted by something it reminded me of.

I told a story at a gathering of the perfect dinner,
filled with a gourmet buffet,
gold and silver glinting in the studio lighting,
but it was ill-preserved, and the air was stale.