I'm at a rehearsal, the play is about to begin, behind the stage, the set, talking to the other actors. I'm entertaining them, they were worried about practicing their lines, I'm confident that I'll remember mine (I only have a bit role), so I take the opportunity to make wisecracks and jokes.
Where we are, behind the set, it's behind a pretend big stone mansion, if we go through the doors we'll be onstage, the audience in front of us, live. Everyone's busy getting ready. This dream is odd, the foreground too brightly lit, the edges are blurred, dark as if in the audience. I'm only looking at the back of the set. The other actors find me very entertaining. And it's odd as well because I've always done this, been an actor (I've never been an actor) , and I know the theater even, we're at the Citadel in Edmonton (we're not, I know when I wake up).
Finally it's my turn, I enter the stage through the set doors to deliver my Peter Pan/Shakespeare lines, there's a pause for a double beat and I realize the I've forgotten my lines, I improvise, the audience is fine with it and applauds loudly, the show must go on....