Dawn dreams

Still feeling the pangs of caffeine purge week, albeit not as strong as they were.

A bit about dreams that happened in the wee hours of morning today.

I was sitting on the ledge of a window, as a spectator, as were many others ( a dangerous foolish thing to do, but no one cared) and we were witnessing the flying of manned paper planes.
They were many an array, large, enough to carry 2 people and different coloured.
Everyone was coming up with their variation, some even built one to look like a train that could carry 4 people, and the sky was full of them.
They ran on some clean source of energy (maybe solar power) and didn't crash. Simply landed like a paper aeroplane would, and they didn't fly too high. Just about 100-200 feet above sea level.
Soon I realized that if I didn't go back into the house I'd fall and die, and made my way awkwardly back into the house, walking on the ledge and slowly shifting my center of gravity to easy myself into a balcony.
The house looked like it was made by connecting a series of tunnels.

Second dream:
my friend took me to a theatre because she wanted to audition.
One had to stand in a line and fill out a form and at that very moment the clerk behind the table would tell you whether you were in or out. On what basis I don't know.
My friend got in, and she was guided by someone from the management to a make up room where a stylist/makeup guru would see her face and decide what had to be done to it in order to make her prettier/worthier of stage and spectators.
She was a mean fat woman who took out a sketch pen and began to circle her flaws and things she'd need to correct and then spoke to the manager saying why did he always bring her potatoes to correct.
I got angry and told the stylist to speak for herself, which greatly saddened the elderly fat woman.
It made me feel bad that I said it, since being harsh was her job probably, but not mine.
I made my way down the theatre steps to get out of there, and almost floated down the stairs. Jumping 5-6 stairs at a time, and with each successive lower floor the stairs got dirtier, to the point that by the time I reached ground floor they were splattered with blood and gore. So much in fact that they were slippery, and I worried about my shoes.
I exited through a morgue and realized all the gore was from autopsies?

..the dreams ended abruptly with a phone call, that vibrated through my watch.
A spam call too. Sigh.