The Imaginarium

I appear to be in a China Town or just a very Chinese area. I’m outside a shop, looking in through the large open door. I see two men in waistcoat suits w/armbands and round glasses weighing and inspecting gold items. Someone next to me asks them about the items they’re weighing. As they turn away, he scoops a handful of watches that are on a cloth on the floor behind us and runs away. Somehow I get pinned for it and say “I stayed because I was trying to help!” but run because they’re having none of it.
I knock someone into the road, not seeing a van coming (1950s style) but knowing/sensing that it is. He’s lying on the floor with back limbs crossed over front limbs. The van drives over him, wheels either side, no harm done. He gets up and runs like a cheetah for a bit before straightening up. I run after him.
I catch up and stop him. Then a flash screen appears - martial artist slash music star “Bruce Fontane” - possibly looks like Danny Trejo in this picture, which I have never seen before. I turn around and see a small crowd of people, grouped to show off each member – tall/big at the back, each looking “professional” - like here. It shows characters names as if cheesy sitcom – flash screen with red bg and them frozen in front.
Also starred ‘twins’ one which it seems I may have previously killed, but was here from the alternate dimension. Was actually the alternate dimension clone of one of them (cannot remember names), but was under the impression the one from this dimension was her mother. We were in the back of a taxi, or other large interior vehicle, and we were on our way to Fontane’s club. We were talking, and something must have been said about the twins because this dimension’s twin starts telling us what happened but when she gets to the identity of her twin (who is sat lounging in the front) I feel like I wish her ill will and say “How can you be her mother? I thought the cloning-“ and was cut off as she talk solidly and boldly over me, but the other twin looked a bit put out. They didn’t seem to have a grudge against me.They had long straight dark hair with straight fringe, pale, strong cheek bones, dark eyeliner and eye shadow, and dark lipstick. The other twin was definitely wearing dark cherry red lipstick because as I turned to look at her she tilted her head back on the headrest and gave a short laugh. They looked a cross between Mila Jovovich and Olivia Wilde, a bit.
Dream jumps to basement of club where we are seeing posters of all of Fontane’s albums, all with a zombie-like creature in a 70s suit. Someone put a poster up in front of me and I go upstairs immediately to the right. At the top I meet Fontane, holding his latest – the one that he was going to release after may defeat. Called “DeathMango”. Say it from reverse through glass at the top of the stairs and saw Hans Moleman almost sing the name. he gets a cheer and says it again. This time Fontane asks him to say it again and he does, to a larger cheer.
I go in, and dream ends.