You don't know me Peeta, that's the point. I don't particularly care about letting the Dreams 'win'. I care about being able to sleep through the night, to get through the day without the smell of roses haunting me, to look at Haymitch and Portia and not think about the pressure they're under trying to help us get through that hellish place and the guilt when things went wrong.
I'm glad you've had them all to help you like Haymitch and Portia have helped me, and maybe now that we've all found each other we can move on together, but I'm pretty sure we all cope in different ways. I haven't figured out a coping strategy yet, I Dream, I freak out, Haymitch or Portia calm me down, repeat. I'm sorry if that's not to your liking, but I'm doing the best damn job I can to get by without having a meltdown every other day.
As for Snow, you may think he'll never show his face but I can only go on what's come before. You, me, Gale, Portia, Haymitch, the others...looking at the list...it only seems like a matter of time.