Saturday Night's Dream

I woke up this morning in the midst of a fascinating dream. I had never had the classic being-on-stage-and-not-knowing-my-lines dream, but this one was a variant of it. After trying to make some sense of what happened, here's my conclusion:

I seemed to be playing some type of monk or priest or friar in Star Wars: Episode 3. The first couple of scenes went well, meaning I did know my lines. There was a scene where I was watching a cigar-chomping Magic Johnson torture R2-D2 and C-3PO, and I had to try to stop him, but I was unsuccessful. Then I had a scene where Chewbacca and I put together the information that each of us had to unlock the mystery. I became annoyed at Chewbacca because it was obvious that he had not seen either Episode 1 or 2. Then the not knowing my lines came up. I don't think I ever was actually in a scene where I didn't know my lines, but I knew I had no idea what my lines in the next scene were, and I didn't know when it would start filming. I was frantically running around trying to find a script, but I couldn't ask anyone because then they would know that I didn't know my lines.