I'll get you for this later

Dream: I was playing Beowulf at a Medieval Times-ish sort of production in a high-school football stadium. A dragon hulk made of chickenwire and tissue paper lay on the twenty-yard line. White-blue lights fuzze the sky. In the top-most bleachers, the marching band. Trumpets and tubas disappearing into huge foam cylinders that contained an amplification system.

I didn't know my lines but I did know the story, so I just winged it. It's a death scene, how hard can it be? The guy playing Wiglaf gave me such a look.