I dreamt that I was a part of a team that was making strange machines and linking them into a vast system. The machines were quite peculiar, indeed. They were made mostly of paper and thin wire. Tiny electrical motors were a part of the system, too. My mates were capable of incredible feats with such light materials, but I was rather clumsy. Whatever I touched fell apart. I remember ruining an amazing machine that was making paper cartridges for use of other machines in the system. It was light and spindly, but it worked at a furious clip. One touch of mine was enough for the complex machine to fall apart, though. I only managed to start making a machine that would be able to pick up sheets of paper. It was made of several pieces of paper. One corner was perforated and supplied with damp air, so that pieces of paper would not slip out of its grip. I do not remember much more about it, however. The only other thing I remember is that the whole system was supposed to be used for automatic visa application processing. All the machines put together would be able to deal with all the complexities of the process without any human intervention. Soon after I woke up, I fell asleep again and went straight back to the dream. If I remember correctly, this happened several times. Each time I found my team busy and the number of miraculous machines ever greater.