Last night in a dream I was working on the Saturday Night Live set. One of the actors was missing, so they asked me to play a part. I was handed a script, but no one told me which part I was playing.
I tried to memorize as much as I could, but the skit started before I could even figure out which lines were mine. We were sitting around a table covered with parchment. I was wearing some kind of medieval smock. One of the actors said something, and then he looked at me. I didn't know whether I was supposed to speak or not, so I just said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Well, it's been a long time since I've seen you, now, hasn't it, little man?"
Everyone stared at me. The audience was totally silent. The other actors at the table coughed and looked at me with disbelief. The moment stretched into minutes.
When I woke up, I realized that I should have just looked for the cue cards. But I'm not sure I had them in my dream. I mean, if my dream self couldn't remember to look for them, how would my sleeping self remember to provide them?
