dream of the house and the city and the other city above and the people with the dolls

I live in a house in a city inside a cave, there's natural light but no sun and no indication of where it comes from. No sky. Instead, another city mirrors it above; same built, high fences, low doors, nice neighborhood but cheap with walls so fragile they could b paper. It looks like it could b a movie set -- not one of those sitcom ones that are designed to look like the inside of a home or a school or a grocery store, but the miniature ones that are used in stop motion films or big far away shots or whatever. I'm not alone, the city is filled w ppl on the streets and the houses and the bars and the stores, except I'm not sure if they're rlly there. They don't move, barely even breathe, but if I leave and then come back then they're no longer as they were before; maybe one is now across the street, or the cake one was eating is now halfway done with, or someone changed the tv channel or their clothes or their makeup or their stance. I think they wait until I can't possibly see them do it and then stop again once I'm there, not sure abt that. The mirror city, the one above us, is also full. Not with ppl but with dolls. These ones I'm pretty sure aren't alive but what do I know. Like everything else they also mirror the others in the city, one doll for one person -- the kid on the park, the doctor stuck in traffic, the priest in the church, anyone rlly. When a person changes, so does the doll. It makes me wonder if maybe the dolls are the ones that are actually moving and the ppl the ones mirroring. It's hard to say, if catching movement from down here is already impossible then looking above is even less clear.

It's weird, it's a weird dream. I'm not sure how it makes me feel.