Dream Log: Weird Tarantino Movie

I have not seen Quentin Tarantino's movie Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Last night, dreamed I was both watching the movie, and in it, as a minor character. It was the late 1960's, like in the movie: hippies, people who hated hippies, miniskirts, huge crappy cars.

In the first part of the dream, Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega,

the hired killers from Pulp Fiction, had been sent to an LA-area mansion to kill someone. When they got there, they realized that their intended victim was a baby, a little girl about a year old. Very quickly, instead of killing the baby, they decide to rescue her and take her away, fleeing from the powerful mobsters who had sent them.

And form that point, the movie quickly changed into a series of terrible Hollywood cliches about tough guys taking care of a baby: Vincent runs around helplessly in a kitchen, trying to prepare a bottle for the baby, and all four walls of the kitchen are becoming completely spattered with stuff; Jules walks into view wearing a baby sling and frowning angrily; etc. All the usual corny "Oh look, the big tough guys don't know what to do and it's so adorable!" - type cliches.

Then suddenly Jules and Vincent and the baby were gone, and the action focused on six actors, four women and two men: Margot Robbie,

the only actor in the dream who was actually in the movie, and five other actors I didn't recognize from real life. Each of the six of them had six cards, one card representing one of them. Each one of them had to arrange his or her six cards in a certain order before they could move on and perform the next scene. These arrangements were very difficult, they often got it wrong and had to make many attempts before they could get on with the movie. And the movie could only proceed when all six of them had arrange their cards correctly for that particular scene, and so there was a lot of waiting around and tempers began to fray.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt, the actual stars of the movie if I'm not mistaken, were nowhere to be seen.

Then the cards became large books. One of the six actors, a young woman, not Margot Robbie, nobody I recognized from real life, stumbled and dropped her six large books onto the sidewalk near me. I offered to help her. She had no idea who I was and sensibly turned my help down. But eventually I talked her into going to a nearby store and buying a backpack, which allowed her to carry the books much more easily.

Then I woke up.