I dreamt I was directing - and acting in it - an amateur movie worse than Wakaliwood productions for the actors were way less enthusiastic. It was shot among commieblocks. The main villains were played by 7-9 grills, and for the final boss fight I had to pretend fight with someone's granma. The old lady's late husband did do boxing so she knew all the moves, the jabs and hooks. The whole thing was funny in a way and embarrassing as Bernd can imagine. It was also infuriating somewhat since the actors did not want to act - despite they (or the community or whatnot) wanted the movie in the first place - especially the men, the grills did relatively fine.