A dream the night before classes start

 I was to perform at some literary event, and had no idea what to do. I was holding a large book in my hand. I had a few ideas, but the other performers went before me and I had forgotten what I was going to do. So when my turn came, I began a monologue, which I improvised almost perfectly, with no ers or ups or hesitations, something like

"Once  upon a time there was a man with a book. He carried it everywhere he went, and it became associated with him like a hat or cigarette with certain film characters. He didn't always read it, but he always had it with him. I don't mean to imply that he didn't read it. At times he would read entire 50 page chunks of it at one sitting...."  

I woke up and then the dialogue could not continue.