Pretending to be a.. fireman?

Amazing. Ok, two nights ago I dreamt that I went to a completely random apartment (block) and rang one of the door bells. They wouldn't open, so I pressed the phone-like thing you speak in outside the door and took up something from my pocket that made the sound of a fire truck "WEEO-WEEO" and held it against the phone. At once they got panic and opened the door since they thought there was a fire in their apartment. It was a girl and a guy, probably students. The girl completely freaked out, and ran around not knowing what to do, and there were no fires to see. I did all of this just to provoke. So I went into their kitchen and took water in my hands and threw it out on the floor, as if there was a fire, and I knew I just did it out of pure annoyingness. The girl still ran around helplessly. I noticed that they apparently were in the middle of baking something, so I took a lotta chunks of the dough and put it on the floor, in the kitchen, in the livingroom, even in the stairs, equally spread around the house. I didn't use ALL the dough, but I also think I wet the dough before I did that. And I have no idea, really... The dream made a change, and it turned out to be my sister and her boyfriend in that apartment and I suddenly started feeling a bit bad for doing all that stuff. There was no point, I had no reason to come into a random (because at first they weren't my sister and her boyfriend) couple's apartment and throw water on their floor and spread dough all over. So I started thinking for quite long I can remember, considering telling them that I'd like to make a chocolate cake to make up for the wasted dough. Felt quite bad for having done that. The dream never got that far though. Wow.

Later that night I convinced myself I could move while in sleep paralysis (in a dream, this is) and I rose up from my bed and skipped over the floor, out the door and into the room where my drumset is. I thought I'd find proof that this was an astral projection (which it wasn't) and I started reading some things that were printed on the drums. I recognized the feeling of having to wait for my brain to make something out of it. Like, it's always hard to find an object and read what it says on it closely. After staring a bit, I could actually read something, but of course I can't remember what it was. I read other things on the other parts of the drums, and tried to memorize it so that I could validate it when I woke up for real afterwards. The closest thing I can remember is PERHAPS that it said something about a letter and then 7900 or some combination of 7, 9 and 0. Of course, this was made up, and the drumset didn't even look like mine. I went into my room again, thinking "oh, this isn't astral projection, I'm actually awake.. my body isn't even lying in my bed, it's empty. Oh well, I'll just go back to bed, but I bet my dad will wake me up soon" or something. I've had dreams like this before, and it's always just the small things that didn't look like anything in my room or other places in my house that I remember.