I'm observing a film involving a man (the late actor Robert Urich) and his sister (not familiar to me). The sister has desecrated their mothers body for the family jewelry. Somehow, I'm now in the movie and begin hitting the woman as she puts her hands up for protection. I have little strength and my arms feel like wet noodles.

Then I'm in a field and there is a line of wooden bathroom stalls. Sitting at a small table in front of the first one is a man who reminds me of keyboard player Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran. I walk past him and enter the stall and sit. Then Dick Cheney (American Vice-President) is here and looks over the top of the door and looks past me and sneers in his usual manner and utters, "Choices." He walks away and presumably into another stall. I walk out and say loudly, "Yep, political correctness goes too far these days!" End.

It sounds like you feel that someone has done, or is doing, something you don't like, but you feel you can't do anything aobut it.

Maybe because you feel like you don't have a choice, as in the first part of the dream.